Hey QCI-ders... have you had enough of the Mullet Madness... yeah... me neither...
Today, we recieved a tribute by the way of HOTlanta, Georgia (that's Atlanta for those of you reading in Story City) from a longtime friend of the editor. Basically... he wanted to share with us what he has learned from the mullet in the past 8 or so months. Here are his thoughts....
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the mullet.
Success is getting the mullet you want. Happiness is wanting the mullet you get.
Ask not what the mullet can do for you, ask what you can do for the mullet.
There’s strong, and then there’s mullet strong.
The great mass of men have haircuts of quiet desperation.
The purpose of the mullet is a mullet of purpose.
The mullet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
It's not enough that my mullet should succeed – others’ mullets must fail.
Behind every good man, is a good mullet.
The mullet is simple: Do what's mullet, the mullet way, at the mullet time.
Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention the mullet are kidding themselves.
The mullet is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the better.
Believe that the mullet is worth growing, and your belief will help create the fact.
The mullet heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
One must arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the mullet, and a desire to enjoy the mullet.
It is not the length of the mullet, but the depth of the mullet.
The mullet is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
The mullet is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
The mullet is half grown before we know what it is.
Even when the mullet has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out.
Mullets are thoughts that breathe, words that burn.
Fear the mullet.
When you stare into the mullet, the mullet stares back.
I am become mullet, destroyer of worlds.
A mullet begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
A mullet is never finished, only abandoned…………
Wow... well put brotha... Good job out of you... you get rewarded with Metallica...
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the mullet.
Success is getting the mullet you want. Happiness is wanting the mullet you get.
Ask not what the mullet can do for you, ask what you can do for the mullet.
There’s strong, and then there’s mullet strong.
The great mass of men have haircuts of quiet desperation.
The purpose of the mullet is a mullet of purpose.
The mullet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
It's not enough that my mullet should succeed – others’ mullets must fail.
Behind every good man, is a good mullet.
The mullet is simple: Do what's mullet, the mullet way, at the mullet time.
Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention the mullet are kidding themselves.
The mullet is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the better.
Believe that the mullet is worth growing, and your belief will help create the fact.
The mullet heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
One must arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the mullet, and a desire to enjoy the mullet.
It is not the length of the mullet, but the depth of the mullet.
The mullet is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
The mullet is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
The mullet is half grown before we know what it is.
Even when the mullet has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out.
Mullets are thoughts that breathe, words that burn.
Fear the mullet.
When you stare into the mullet, the mullet stares back.
I am become mullet, destroyer of worlds.
A mullet begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
A mullet is never finished, only abandoned…………
Wow... well put brotha... Good job out of you... you get rewarded with Metallica...
