I knew two people brave enough to rock a mullet. One was the dude I described above, the other was a terribly slow but incredibly sweet fella I worked with at a call center in my early 20s. He got picked on until he cut it. (Oddly enough my autocorrect corrected “picked on” to his last name which was eerie as shit because it isn’t a common name and I haven’t said it in years. Damn! How bizarre!). After he cut I’d sing to him, “gimme back my mullet! picka dernernt, bweeoo Put it back where it belong!”
Dude I’m losing my fucking mind over the zoomer mustaches/mullets. When I was a kid, even boomers wouldn’t be caught dead with that style
I knew two people brave enough to rock a mullet. One was the dude I described above, the other was a terribly slow but incredibly sweet fella I worked with at a call center in my early 20s. He got picked on until he cut it. (Oddly enough my autocorrect corrected “picked on” to his last name which was eerie as shit because it isn’t a common name and I haven’t said it in years. Damn! How bizarre!). After he cut I’d sing to him, “gimme back my mullet! picka dernernt, bweeoo Put it back where it belong!”
Haha