Mullets come and mullets go, but frienship under the love and auspice of mullets is forever.

My mullet came and went, awwww. No more tears. Craig's party was hearty indeed. Good bunch of kids and a good amount of alcohol make for a good amount of fun and chaos; mullets released, cross-dressing, lesbians making out with straight men on kitchen floors, a real world style drunken confessional, wigs flying, cat and the hat, doublemint twins and all the others inbetween. The party was title "All The Freaky People Make the Beauty of the World" and indeed they were, jeepers!

I got a softball game tonite, so I am jetting.

"Wonderment killed the direct order of mechanisms and scrutiny cried, rusting the gears of advancement and we will ALL cry one day, like hungry babes for fertile teets, wedged between massive conglomerates of polymers and metal-poly blends no more useful than trees to our gears of thought. Swing monkey-man, swing!!" --Ray Swaney

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