tangy green guts

Mullets are rampant here, they are all the rage. There are millions of variations, there’s the Scullet (buzz with mullet), Drullet (dreaded mullet), it can be curly, long, short, bleached, combed, tasseled, gelled, it can be the back end of a Mohawk or a full head of hair. There are more mullet types than one ccould imagine, the Kiwi male’s form of individual expression. Thus far I have gone through three distinctive reactions to the mullet. Initially it was disgust, I mean honestly who has a mullet and an education? (did I just write that?) Then, I was very curious and intrigued by the variety and distinctive shapes mullets could come. I would spend all geology class staring at the bleached six inch-by-three inch bleach-blond tuff of hair on the rugby player in front of me, most peculiar… I have sense then transitioned to phase three, which might be the worst of all. I’m slightly embarrassed to say, but the mullet is beginning to grow on me. I saw a full-fledged mullet and caught myself admiring his long flowing curls in the back and wispy bangs in the front. What is happening to me? Pretty soon I’ll be growing brown spiky fur and tangy green guts. Good thing I’ll be home in a few months…