Daily Caller: The first bar opened at 10 a.m. The first fish flew at noon. Both events were well attended.
I am standing on a scalding white beach, one foot in Alabama, the other in Florida. Behind me is The Flora-Bama Lounge, an iconic beach bar on Perdido Key, a long and skinny barrier island in the Northern Gulf of Mexico, smack dab on the Alabama-Florida border. This is Friday, April 27 — Day 1 of a three-day booze-and-bare-skin-fest that is exactly what it sounds like: contestants throw a dead fish (the aforementioned mullet) from Florida into Alabama. more here
The fish in the pix is a carp
not a mullet.
only one dorsal fin …. radioXYZLMNOPman is on it!
then again, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish
but you can comb a mullet w/ a mullet … but it wouldn’t be comfortable, or smell good
… come to think of it …maybe mullets are combed w/ mullets
You are correct Sir.
Mullet hair cut; stupid looking on steroids, on a par with the ridiculous wigs the Limeys wear in court. And of course, the Limeys are racing to catch up with the Swedes to commit cultural suicide. I piss on mullet hair cuts, Limeys, and Swedes.
What the hell, throw in McStain, Lurch and Oblowhole. Ahhh. That was therapeutic.
I love hearing about events like the Mullet Toss where the right kind of diversity prevails within the mutual pursuit of boozy good times on the beach.
This may sound odd, but this reminds me of the early days of the ostracizing of tobacco smokers. At first, smokers were relegated to dedicated smoking rooms with isolated ventilation but those rooms soon gave way to outdoor smoking areas. The connection between this and the Mullet Toss crowd is that you have people talking with (and likely yelling and woo-hooing at) each other who in their usual occupations would have no contact. In the smoking area you would find the CFO talking to the mail clerk, and the marketing manager talking to the tech geek, and the custodian trying to get in the receptionist’s pants…and sometimes succeeding. Because they have a common bond.
I’m not HUGELY well traveled, but I have been to a number of countries outside the U.S. and I never saw this type of social interaction anywhere but here. I do love our country.
Uncle Al,
Often at shindigs I attend, non-smokers come out to hang with us smokers. At first I thought it odd, but was told how much more fun we were than “that crowd inside.”
I gotta pocket perch.
an I tri to get l’il girls to tickle my trouser trout.
@Still Smokin Granny – In days of yore when smoking was allowed in the back half of the airplane, I would get a seat assignment back there even though I wasn’t a smoker. The people and conversation were much more interesting / entertaining!
buti never tossed a mullet – is that the “leepin mullet” thas in the Bible with the gold coin in its mouth? That whassisname paid his taxes with … at …?
mo; show us a picture of what you look like…