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Misgods, Is that YOU in that Mullet?
Alas, it is not...I wish I could be as cool as that guy.
You see, the mullet has this kind of power, only a special, chosen person can display such a holy hair-do. This tradition has been passed down through the generations by the ancients. Once every 3 years, on the full moon, during the harvest the townspeople in small, secluded villages across the continent come together in a field farthest from the main roads, and they practice a blood ritual to decide who will be chosen for the next mullet.
This sacred ceremony starts with the making of a large bonfire and the consumption of special stimulants that whip them into a frenzy, they then begin beating each other with corn stalks. This dance like display of viciousness ends when there is only one male left standing, having beaten all the others down with their blessed corn stalks.
When he is the last one standing in the field this male is supposed to issue an ungodly howl of victory to let all of the other townsfolk know that the ritual is complete. As soon as they hear this bellow, they rush into the field, bear the victor upon their shoulders and present him with 6-packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon as nourishment because of the blood lost during the ritual. This crowd then rushes into the town to celebrate in the main square.
The wives and daughters of the fallen are left to attend to the dead and wounded in the field, there are doctors and priests on hand to rush in as soon as the mob, bearing the victor leaves. The wounded are attended to in the nearest hospital, but the dead are left in the field to help fertilize the blessed corn stalks for the next ceremony in 3 years time.
The victor now has the right to stop cutting his hair and let his now sanctified locks grow into the sacred and revered mullet, for the rest of his earthly existence.
THIS, is the true story of the mullet
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