This subspecies of mullet refuses to let go of its cherished plumage. Too many years of Pabst Blue Ribbon and 7-11 hookers have made this mullet confused and nonsensical. What isn't on top, it more than makes up for in the back. It keeps its locks locked-up in a ponytail for good luck and to keep the chicks hot
> Jane: Bobby your daddy has a skullet!!!
> Bobby: No he aint go no dog gone sku-let.
> Jane: oh yeah he do Bobby
> Bobby: Hey Woman how bout you go get me a beer?
> Jane: *heads for the fridge*