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Yesterday, for only a few short but highly pleasurable minutes, I had a gorgeous flowing mullet. It wasn’t in the Pat Sharp or Michael Bolton league of extraordinary haircuts, but it was my very first mullet.
I had been growing my hair fairly long-ish, and it was about 3 or so inches long, but it was getting a little too big, so needed my usual all-over shave.
To save money on having to pay extortionate hair salon grooming prices, I’d bought one of those DIY haircutting razors from Argos many years ago, and had a regular boring haircut every month or so, saving me heaps of cash. But over the last few months I thought it would be cool to try growing it long for a change, though it got the chop yesterday as it was just getting annoying.
Whenever my brother cuts my hair, or I cut his hair, we often thought it would be great if we cut somehow sculpt a mullet, but our hair isn’t usually that long for it, so the right effect would never be achieved. But yesterday was different. I had suitably long enough hair to get the proper bona-fide redneck mullet look, and it worked.
It was a proper shaved over the top and long at the back mullet.
For those few short mullet-filled minutes I paraded around like some kind of god, or a Chuckle Brother.
But all good things must come to an end. So having experienced the high-life for those few minutes, the hair cutting concluded and the gimmick mullet was lost forever. It was great while it lasted, but I wouldn't have gone outside with it.
I had been growing my hair fairly long-ish, and it was about 3 or so inches long, but it was getting a little too big, so needed my usual all-over shave.
To save money on having to pay extortionate hair salon grooming prices, I’d bought one of those DIY haircutting razors from Argos many years ago, and had a regular boring haircut every month or so, saving me heaps of cash. But over the last few months I thought it would be cool to try growing it long for a change, though it got the chop yesterday as it was just getting annoying.
Whenever my brother cuts my hair, or I cut his hair, we often thought it would be great if we cut somehow sculpt a mullet, but our hair isn’t usually that long for it, so the right effect would never be achieved. But yesterday was different. I had suitably long enough hair to get the proper bona-fide redneck mullet look, and it worked.
It was a proper shaved over the top and long at the back mullet.
For those few short mullet-filled minutes I paraded around like some kind of god, or a Chuckle Brother.
But all good things must come to an end. So having experienced the high-life for those few minutes, the hair cutting concluded and the gimmick mullet was lost forever. It was great while it lasted, but I wouldn't have gone outside with it.
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did u take a pic?
To complete the look I borrowed a pair of my dad's big genuine 80's sunglasses.
Stringfellow didn't compare to me.
Stringfellow didn't compare to me.
heh
I had the "glory" of actually having a mullet when I was a kid.
If anyone remembers the reviewer Julian Rignall from Mean Machines Magazine, they will recall his famous spiked mullet.
My hair was like that.
Obviously, all bad things must end so with the advent of more fashionable times, the mullet got the chop. Quite literally.
If anyone remembers the reviewer Julian Rignall from Mean Machines Magazine, they will recall his famous spiked mullet.
My hair was like that.
Obviously, all bad things must end so with the advent of more fashionable times, the mullet got the chop. Quite literally.
Totoro is my idol.
Yesterday, for only a few short but highly pleasurable minutes, I had a gorgeous flowing mullet. It wasn’t in the Pat Sharp or Michael Bolton league of extraordinary haircuts, but it was my very first mullet.
I had been growing my hair fairly long-ish, and it was about 3 or so inches long, but it was getting a little too big, so needed my usual all-over shave.
To save money on having to pay extortionate hair salon grooming prices, I’d bought one of those DIY haircutting razors from Argos many years ago, and had a regular boring haircut every month or so, saving me heaps of cash. But over the last few months I thought it would be cool to try growing it long for a change, though it got the chop yesterday as it was just getting annoying.
Whenever my brother cuts my hair, or I cut his hair, we often thought it would be great if we cut somehow sculpt a mullet, but our hair isn’t usually that long for it, so the right effect would never be achieved. But yesterday was different. I had suitably long enough hair to get the proper bona-fide redneck mullet look, and it worked.
It was a proper shaved over the top and long at the back mullet.
For those few short mullet-filled minutes I paraded around like some kind of god, or a Chuckle Brother.
But all good things must come to an end. So having experienced the high-life for those few minutes, the hair cutting concluded and the gimmick mullet was lost forever. It was great while it lasted, but I wouldn't have gone outside with it.
I had been growing my hair fairly long-ish, and it was about 3 or so inches long, but it was getting a little too big, so needed my usual all-over shave.
To save money on having to pay extortionate hair salon grooming prices, I’d bought one of those DIY haircutting razors from Argos many years ago, and had a regular boring haircut every month or so, saving me heaps of cash. But over the last few months I thought it would be cool to try growing it long for a change, though it got the chop yesterday as it was just getting annoying.
Whenever my brother cuts my hair, or I cut his hair, we often thought it would be great if we cut somehow sculpt a mullet, but our hair isn’t usually that long for it, so the right effect would never be achieved. But yesterday was different. I had suitably long enough hair to get the proper bona-fide redneck mullet look, and it worked.
It was a proper shaved over the top and long at the back mullet.
For those few short mullet-filled minutes I paraded around like some kind of god, or a Chuckle Brother.
But all good things must come to an end. So having experienced the high-life for those few minutes, the hair cutting concluded and the gimmick mullet was lost forever. It was great while it lasted, but I wouldn't have gone outside with it.
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