I had a dream the other night that I had a mullet. Not just any mullet, but a fatty 20/80. Somehow I had managed not to notice that the mullet was so huge until I brushed my hair a certain way. All of a sudden it was as if I had returned to the 80s with a bang. At first I was horrified in my dream. How could I let something like this happen to me? Then, slowly as i looked at myself in the mirror and stroked the "party in the rear" portion of my hair, i began to like what I saw. I would really enjoy the convenience and style of the mullet. Not just for truckers anymore.