Friends, family, peoples of this great USA.... Sup. I'm Macon. Almost like bacon, but better. (nearly impossible I know). I'm sure you've already noticed, but Incase you haven't, check the coif. Killer, right? Absolutely going hog wild on this here mullet. My government name is Macon Barnner Lambert. Most people just call me “King”. Whatever suits your pallet though. Anyways, back to the cut..I've been rocking this majestic, manly, mullet ever since before I was born. Yea, you heard right. This hair-do has been with me since conception. I was born with this mullet and I'll dang ole die with this mullet; and between all of that, you bet your tail I'm gonna do a lot of living with it. Heck, speaking of living..You know what's better than a nice afternoon of fishing? Fishing with a mullet. How about riding dirt bikes down country roads.... better with a mullet. Man, everything's better with a mullet. I'm sure y'all are wondering what else strikes my interest aside from this hair crown I was so graciously blessed with. Let me fill you in a bit. I'm from South Louisiana, really the only Louisiana in my book. Fishin', mud ridin' playin' ball and tendin' to chickens is what life's all about down here. We even have pigs. You might wonder how does a person domesticate a couple of pigs..simple..

Mullet.

You can rule the world if you have a great mullet, and by golly do I have one. I mean, it's even better than Billy Ray’s. Unlike his achy breaky heart, you can't break this mullet. Basically, I'm the terminator of mullets. “I'll be back.” Let's get down to brass tax here, My mullet? It's the best. There's no better. There's no comparison. I've won the hearts of my neighborhood. Let me win yours, too.
Vote for me.
Vote for mullets.
Vote for Macon.