My niece has a mullet. We tried to trim up the back. Bad idea: she's one, she's wiggly, we were at my mother-in-law's farm after a late night...you get the idea.
After thinking it over, though, we decided we all like the Kentucky Waterfall, especially after it has been combed nicely. For you see, my niece is PERFECT. And you may not change one thing about her!!!
Or else I shall sick the Goat of Beelzebub upon you, and He shall devour your very being with his Demonic Desires, of which there are no End.
Stop! Stop looking into its all-encompassing Eyes!
Stop, son! Do not feed it: it's hungers are not for earthly food, but for your inner Light!
Daughter! Do not attempt to cajole this beast. His heart hungers for your thoughts and ideas, not the morsels you offer.
The Goat of Hell hast wrought His wrath upon us....and you thought this was going to be an Oscar post!