| Alrighty, it has been FOR-EV-ER since I've actually written anything. I want to leave you all with a poem that speaks to something deep within me. Actually, it is a song by one of my favorite bands called Five Iron Frenzy.
*A-Hem* (clears throat)
THE PHANTOM MULLET
Crusin, downtown in your Camaro,
REO Speedwagon on the stereo,
It's kind of catchy, Kind of a virus,
Cutting your hair like Billy Ray Cyrus.
You're probably bummed, You probably cried,
You're probably sad that the guy from Lynyrd Skynyrd died,
You'er probably singing "oh, oh, oh",
All night long.
Chorus
Feel the power of the PHANTOM MULLET,
Tremble and cower from the PHANTOM MULLET,
White metal burn of the PHANTOM MULLET,
Combed straight or permed it's THE PHANTOM MULLET,
And you, cutting it short on top,
I want that for me.
Growing it long in the back,
So savage and so free.
Drop into first you're taking it slow,
You're such a rock-star,
You could never know.
I wish I was singing, "oh, oh, oh", All night long.
-By Reese Roper
Okay, okay, you may be asking "What's the obsession with the MULLET? Does she date someone with one? Does she have one herself?" The answer to both questions would be "No". However, I think that I am quite frankly scared of the hair cut, and the fascination stems from fear. It's busness up front, party in the back. If you have questions, concerns, or know of someone who needs MULLET cut counseling, please let me know. I would love to hear some of your MULLET stories as well. |
