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I’ve had an internal struggle over the last couple weeks over my hair, and I think I’ve finally made the right choice. I’m going to go for the mullet. I’ll admit, they have always interested me. What kind of brave soul would so brazenly flaunt social norms? Who would dare to go for a haircut with names such as the “Tennessee Tophat” or “Kentucky Waterfall?” I’ve made my decision on this, so don’t try to get me to back down. I’ll only shave it if it becomes completely unbearable or I become completely unemployable. Whichever happens first.
If there was ever a time for me to do this, it’s now. Down here mullets are acceptable, bordering on fashionable. I’ve seen mullets that you wouldn’t believe. Mullet concoctions held together only by gel and sheer will. They also love variations on the rat tail. And not even one consolidated rat tail, usually one off to the side of their mullet. Magnificent. The Mullet Watch section of my site will be updated every so often to let you know of my progress, and I’ll try to put up pictures as well. But first, I’d like to present to you my muse:
Now THAT is a mullet! I can only aspire to ever have one that epic. Notice how comfortable he is in his natural habitat, wearing the typical uniform of a mullet-sporter, the cut-off jorts. He is definitely bringing the fire. Below you’ll find a picture of my hair in its current state. Not much to look at just yet, but in time it will blossom. I believe that my mullet will most likely only make its way down the left side of my neck, as my hair grows much faster there. And yes, I know I have a hairy neck. Thanks for the wolfman genes Dad.
Business in the front, party in the rear. Rock on.
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Do you remember the mullet we saw at Keeneland last year? Now that was impressive. I kind of want to steal a horse.