Now... all of us here at QCI HQ are prepared for this era to end... but it looks like from some emails we have recieved this afternoon... some of you are having a hard time letting go. We will soon set up a hotline for those who are having trouble with the end of the mullet... but we thought we should share some very compelling arguements concerning the cut.
From Beaverdale, IA...
Would you paint over a Rembrandt? Or smash a Tiffany lamp on the floor? Or drive a Type 35 Bugatti over a cliff?
Then why would destroy such a thing of beauty as is the Mullet?
Mullets are more than just a hair style that says, “I quit trying to be attractive to the opposite sex?” Mullets are a way of life.
Whether you are sporting the 10-90, or the Kentucky Waterfall, or the Business Upfront-Party in the Rear, or the Hockey Fan, or the Camaro Cut, or the Mississippi Mud Flap, or a Stanhope-Lazy Acres Trailer Park Special—it would be a shame to destroy such a priceless head of hair.
A letter from Loyal Reader on the Eastside...
G$,
As a mullet growth supporter from its earliest days of just butch hair follicles I come to you as one of its most ardent loyalists. However this my friend is not so much a tribute as it is an appeal. I have to express my deep and sincere advisement not to end this great journey before it reaches its pinnacle of existence here on earth in Des Moines, Iowa by way of Jewell, Iowa. That of course being the mullet paradise, a place of mullet ecstasy, the place that all good mullets make their necessary pilgrimage to. The one and only Iowa State Fair. Yes, a place where mullets can be themselves and not be admonished. Where a mullet is understood and cherished for its greatness. This is a place that all mullets dream about from their very youth, to someday make it to this mullet Mecca, the place where everybody knows their name, a place of their peers and for their peers, a place where the wind always seems to blow down mullet to confirm its glorious mane – certain to get a wink and a head nod from the mullet across the way with a greased mesh Dale Jr. hat atop. When a mullet makes it this close it is nearly criminal not to ‘Grant’ it’s one day in mullet heaven. So this to you dear G$ is more than a tribute… it is a plea for your magnificent locks and for all the mullets who couldn’t make it. Dear sir let just this mullet have its one day in the sun before it plummets that last long lonesome drop down, that last trip, down to the barbers dirty checkered tile floor and rides off on that horse hair highway to the steel dust pan railroad where it’s severed vestiges will be discarded in its final resting place. My plead to you is that it will do so with dignity and a smile knowing it once had it all, rather than with the thoughts of we had a chance and we were so close – too close but never quite made it.
Yours Faithfully
Looks like they want it to stay... I smell a good U2 song to follow...
