This Mullet, seen exiting from a gas station on a tobaccy chew run, nearly eluded capture as another Mullet attempted to bewitch me with his shiny belt buckle. This hot crotch Sunoco gas station was a hub of Mullet activity and they were working together in a half witted fervor to evade capture. I snapped out of the belt buckle trance long enough to snag this Mullet, before the pack of Mullets receded back into their concealed environment of daytime television and large women in mumus.
Mullet Hunting Hint #8
When mullets roam in packs, one's mind must be keened like that of the edge of the Mullet barber's sheers.
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