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A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! I came to my senselessness. I decided in January of 1998 that I was not going to get a haircut until 2000, and with an added dash of melletiousness, I bought a Stealth. Japan started breathing down the fuzzy necks of Camaro-owners everywhere at the onset of the 90's, tempting out mulletty American sensibilities with delicious dangerous-looking wheeled weapons, and I fell utterly prey. But, try to at this car through the eyes of a mullet. Now you get it. And perhaps need a shower. I had to once again wuss out by August (as shown), and cover up the already pronounced plumage with a South Park hat. However, you can see in the close-up the first inklings of the re-born mullet spreading its wings and getting ready to fly. Note also the pronounced chain underneath a silk shirt. Ah, yes, and a goatee has arrived. Nice white socks,too. Welcome back, mullet.

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