My wife and I were both widowed. We found each other and married. My son was my best man, he showed up for the rehearsal and dinner with a head full of unruly hair.
He assured me he would get a haircut before the wedding. Much to my surprise he showed up with a Mullett. Fast forward 2 years one of my grandsons had a skater cut and his big brother was rocking a long red Mullett.
One day we were at my son's house hanging out. My then 15-year-old grandson was feeling a bit froggy and told me I did not have the nerve to grow a Mullett. Two years later he we are. With a new do I call Grand Paws Revenge.