Today I had some free time on my hands, so I decided to go get my hair cut. This was sort of a dissapointment, because I hadn't cut my hair so far this summer and I was kinda hoping I would make it the entire summer before giving it the chop. I was a man of the road this summer, and my hair reflected that. I was beginning to feel a little like Samson - my blond curly locks were the source of my strength. Damn you Deliah! All summer I resisted pressure to cut the hair, despite the obvious shagginess of it. But in the end, it was the warning of a good friend that motivated me - "Just remember - bad mullets happen to good people." I didn't actually have a mullet I don't think, but I was definitely close, a little too close if you know what I mean. I would have had one for sure by the time school started (August 27) and a mullet isn't really the way you want to greet old friends and new teachers. Put your best face forward, they say. And make sure there isn't a party going on out back.
Posted by Ben at August 16, 2003 11:03 AMCome on Ben, you could have at least rocked the mullet at the State Fair before getting it cut. Nothing goes better with deep fried twinkie then a good ole short-long.
Posted by: Doc at August 16, 2003 02:01 PM