Dolce Vita

Dolce Vita =  Sweet Life.  While window shopping, this guy has a sweet life...reading the paper, and rocking that mullet.

New Orleans 'Grenade'

For those of you who are unfamiliar, 'grenade' is apparently douchie Jersey Shore slang for the above.  The drink in her hand with the same name is obviously just icing on the cake of this dirty blonde dirty 'do.

The New York Times asks if mullets are so bad, they're good?

This just in:  This blog will soon be extended or moved to Instagram via 'mullet.hunter' so submit any and all hunted mullets to c.gunit@gmail.com.
Remember kids, the profile view is best.

Make sure to ring in the new year with your own grenade! You decide which kind.

HEB

As I mull it over, it seems HEB and Target employees are the cream of the crap.

I'm pretty sure this cashier wipes back to front.

ARE Mullets Making a Comeback?

I came across this link:  http://bit.ly/1sq6W8D and it's difficult to notice a mullet because all I can see are smurf lips.

So ARE mullets making a comeback?  I hope so, as that means there will be more fuel to the fire that is this blog!  Anyway, you be the judge.  There's a great 'comments' section below that nobody seems to use...do it! And do it well...like LL Cool J!

Sports Bar Bird Flip

This mullet is questionable, but I had to include it, as harassing hunters are welcome.

Hippie Restaurant

Doe or beau?  You be the judge on this butchullet.

With pumpkins ALREADY in the grocery stores, that means Hollaween (see what I did there?) is right around the corner.  And that means anyone has a great excuse to wear one of these on such a fun holladay!  http://bit.ly/1peJeX8

Holla (clearly the word of the day) at me with any mullets you find in the wild at mulletmullisha@gmail.com.

Coffee Shop

The conversation may or may not have gone like so:

¡Quiero café!
¡No mamen putos!
I take it they don't require hairnets here?
¡Salir ahora!
Eh, Soy gringo.

Beach

Look closely...iPad with credit card swipe.  Perhaps she's turning tricks on the Port Aransas beach?!  Not with that rat's nest.

Because "don't judge me" is the new "uhmaaazing."  Puke.

Blues on the Green

 

Sorry, bro, no Ted Nugent at Blues on the Green.

Maybe he lost a bet...or is a prospect for some tubular frat.

Cat Scratch Fever.

Pizza Shop

Whomever took this pic was super close and probably as nervous as Billy Ray Cyrus on Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.

Hey buddy, don't try to distract us from that 'do with earbuds, sunglasses, and a high earring (heterosexual being in the left ear...is that still true these days?).  Rock it, like Miley!

White Horse

Femullet at White Horse during SXSW...possibly Euro.  And greasy.  Like your granny.

Belt Sander Races

 

I couldn't make this up if I tried...OK, well maybe I could.  Anyway, this dude's hobby, or maybe full time gig, is racing belt sanders - the ultimate of redneck sports.

He looks like a Lenard...but perhaps responds to nicknames such as Lenny or Nard Dog.

Downtown Austin

This is a new variation to me.  After much thought, as I casually swirl the Hennessy about in my brandy glass...I call it...the Beaver Tail Mullet.

Hoover Dam Haiku

Sanchito enjoying view

No sideburns to boot

"Hey, where is the damn dam tour?!"

Rent-a-cop

That's right, call for backup...on yourself.  You're headed to the pen for being guilty of that jheri curl mullet!