This subspecies of mullet refuses to let go of its cherished plumage. Too many years of Pabst Blue Ribbon and 7-11 hookers have made this mullet confused and nonsensical. What isn't on top, it more than makes up for in the back. It keeps its locks locked-up in a ponytail for good luck and to keep the chicks hot
Jane: Bobby your daddy has a skullet!!!
Bobby: No he aint go no dog gone sku-let.
Jane: oh yeah he do Bobby
Bobby: Hey Woman how bout you go get me a beer?
Jane: *heads for the fridge*
usually heard in their natural habitats such as trailer park, the nasty bar at the end of town, ya know.. once you see a couple dead fridges in the lawns,cars on blocks, their young teenage daughters in cutoffs and spandex shirts out rompin in the front yeard,the impeciable stench of beer and fried taters,you've made it all the way over to mulletville, so anyways if you hear an ungodly yodelish hollaring bitchy yell from a woman in a housecoat shower cap and hot pink house shoes, and fire engine red lipstick.. this my friend would be a mullet - call.
* Note the woman yelling from thr trailer door IS dangerous.. remeber that spatula in her hand isn't just a spatuala.. no.. not in mulletville..it's a weapon.so be careful kids.
have fun mullethunting!
I was out mullethunting one night.. full moon was out and a howling wind crept about when all of a sudden.. i heard it.. the mullet-call.
blue-veined junket pumper
one-eyed trouser snake
piece of pork
purple-headed trouser snake
throbbing python of love
wife's best friend