Someone told this poor woman that green was thinning. It's not.
Mullet Hunting Hint #5:
When you're out hunting mullet, sometimes you'll bag an Ooompa Loompa or a Douche Bag and that's also fair game.
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The Mullet Hunter
Summer's here again. The pools are open, motorcycles swarm the roadways, and the mullets have finally come out of hibernation after a long winter's fattening. When you live in the mid-west that spells mullet hunting.
You don't need a hunting license or a cabin in the woods for this hunting season, only self-righteousness, a healthy fear of the unknown, and a camera. So faster than a speeding mullet, more powerful than your gran-pappy's bathtub gin, and able to leap tall livestock in a single bound, it's...
THE MULLET HUNTER
You don't need a hunting license or a cabin in the woods for this hunting season, only self-righteousness, a healthy fear of the unknown, and a camera. So faster than a speeding mullet, more powerful than your gran-pappy's bathtub gin, and able to leap tall livestock in a single bound, it's...
THE MULLET HUNTER
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