I don’t have much say in how my mullet came to be because I am only three and not allowed to use scissors. If I could cut my own hair, it might look like a mullet because I would probably go for the hair in front first. I am a big fan of lopsided haircuts.
While I didn’t have a say in how it came to be, I wear my (mullet) like a boss. My mom says I should go on the stage and flex my big-boy-biceps and make shaka-hands to try to win the grand prize. She is bringing a draft horse Hawai’i to do therapy work with our vets, and it costs a lot of money to get Trojan (that’s his name) on the plane. Therapy work with soldiers is aligned with the mission of supporting our service members in this follicular contest, so I do what I can. If that means shaking my man-mane, well then, Giddy. On. Up!
With that, may the calmness of Hawai’i’s Best Waterfall wash over you, hypnotize you, and lull you into donating wildly and shamelessly to this cause which has exponential benefit for the sake of fun, healing, and inspiring future Flavios everywhere.