My band played a gig this weekend in Tennessee. It was 2 nights at this little dive out in the middle of nowhere. Someone who worked at that bar actually said that the town of Deliverance was only 5 miles down the road. When we walked in I noticed something. 9 out of every 10 guys had a mullet. We got no response from them as we rocked our hearts out. I then got out on the mic and told the drummer to give me a beat. I did my own rendition of "who let the dogs out" but my version was "who let the mullets out". Our friend put on his heavy metal/mullet wig and got on the dance floor and started to boogie. The mullets, apparantly not knowing what a mullet was, had the strangest look on their faces. I then, on my wireless, went to the back of the bar playing. This one mullet looked at me and then his friend and said "how in the damn hell is that sum bitch playing back here.". Guess the wireless hasn't been introduced there. Anyway, it was a hellish trip.