Mullet Fest: Celebration of our cultural heritage.
Once a year, for three gods-awful days, everyone in the county flocks to the sport complex of the college. Redneck piles on top of redneck. Grease drenched food defeats all hope for a healthier world.
This celebration drags all the mullet donning racists from hiding. Warping their minds into believing it's ok to be out in their complete cammo wardrobe. Complete wardrobe, right down to the undergarments that sag like elastic doesn't exist.
Due to PSATs and the my love for plays, I had to suffer through two close calls with this Mullet Fest. Frightening.
Before I moved the The South, I thought mullets were a thing to be terrifed of. Now, I'm certain of it.
Today's Preferred Torture Method: Rednecks, hicks, supporters of the Confederate War flag, people who don Confederate War flag...Everyone within a three mile radius of my house.
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