I feel like the penultimate 80's rat tail was the braided one due to the length it had to be to accommodate braiding.
I, myself, sported a side rat tail. A demented comma of auburn hair pausing my neckline in the South Mississippi sun. Mississippi fell second to only Kentucky in the 80's and 90's in it's perfection of rat tails and mullets.
A comma of auburn hair 😂 You were definitely in the heartbeat of the mullet movement. I had a second cousin who, until the time of his death a few years ago, had the braided rattail that went two feet down his back. He was the maintenance manager at the hotel I worked at and had to tuck it in to his shirt, so nobody ever even knew.
First, I think all the way up into high school my first friend named Robby [sic] had the most ̶g̶l̶o̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶ ̶ disgusting rat tail. And his initials were R.A.T.
Second. R didn't snitch on you to his second grade teacher—he ratted you out.
Fun read, I look forward to these each week. Consider adding “Infest the rats nest” album by King Gizzard to the ingredient list…especially “mars for the rich”. ✌️
While not here to toot my own horn. I'm especially proud of that demented comma sentence.
Glad you're on the stack. Hope your ankles are remaining defiant to the curbs.
I feel like the penultimate 80's rat tail was the braided one due to the length it had to be to accommodate braiding.
I, myself, sported a side rat tail. A demented comma of auburn hair pausing my neckline in the South Mississippi sun. Mississippi fell second to only Kentucky in the 80's and 90's in it's perfection of rat tails and mullets.
A comma of auburn hair 😂 You were definitely in the heartbeat of the mullet movement. I had a second cousin who, until the time of his death a few years ago, had the braided rattail that went two feet down his back. He was the maintenance manager at the hotel I worked at and had to tuck it in to his shirt, so nobody ever even knew.
Two things.
First, I think all the way up into high school my first friend named Robby [sic] had the most ̶g̶l̶o̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶ ̶ disgusting rat tail. And his initials were R.A.T.
Second. R didn't snitch on you to his second grade teacher—he ratted you out.
Fun read, I look forward to these each week. Consider adding “Infest the rats nest” album by King Gizzard to the ingredient list…especially “mars for the rich”. ✌️