The Old Man and I were watching a rodeo last night from Utah, and during a break between the events, the rodeo clown announced he had found the best mullet in the arena. The camera followed the clown to the mullet, and I was surprised that it was a little boy. It was a sure enough good mullet - long and wavy blonde. And let me add that neither the boy's father or mother had a mullet.
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