I set up a table (shop) at the Auburndale Flea Market today. If you want to see mullets, go to a flea market. If you go to a flea market (any flea market in the USA) and you can verify that you did not see one mullet wearing man or woman, I will personally rub your feet.
I arrived early to set up my profit center. As I waited for the office to open, the first employee walked in, grabbed a time card, punched in and in slow motion stroked his luxurious graying mullet.
So, 5 minutes and I already don't have to rub my own feet. However, the mullet do?..doo?..dew? Has a contender. It is the boy ponytail. It's taking over americana.
My head wants one. But my head and I do not see eye to... other eye this time. You see, I had the mullet but my head did not really want one. Just look what my head did to me to punish me. A pony tail was what it craved.
Well, I will now pay retribution on my head. I will forever shave it and leave it with no option. Never will it see even a Hollywood dork knob in back.
You can thank me later... when you get back from the flea market. Don't worry, I won't need to stock up on jergen's lotion.