Formulated for all mullets and rat-tails
I’m backtracking here, and I could list all the things that made Saturday so nice — but Jim already did that. Instead, I’ll recount the Mullet Shampoo, a little gift I picked up while perusing the stuff-you-don’t-need shops of the university district.
I figured, as a gag, it had short-lived grinning potential, but the real coup would be delivery.
As my kind friends agreed to entertain the three bears at their house for pizza on the patio, I went up to the bathroom and planted the said shampoo in their shower.