Friday night majesty

is it tragedy?

or is it majesty?

—the bastard

wednesday evening safari

"daddy, why are we walking across town again? we can get the number 6 train by work?"

"it's simple son, daddy, likes to take only one train home in the evening, it's less frustrating"

"ok"

when all of a sudden, the majestic beast was rolling her luggage across town with us. the hunt was on and the bastard just had to have her.

it was as good as, hell, it was better than a loch ness fem mullet
in a foreigner t-shirt. she had prison tattoos to go with her black cocktail dress. she was either coming to or going from her trailer. it was magnificent. it started my evening off right.

—the bastard

..on rare plumage

on day four, rob and i walked the floor looking for free shit and vendors to send us products to use in the magazine. now the gun show is kind of like walking across the width of manhattan.

we were getting ready to tuen in and break the press suite down when what did our wanderring eyes see?

but the best mullet we've seen since we walked into vegas. or at least the best mullet since we got to the convention center.

he was at a booth where they sell foldup handguns.

this was a fantastic example of biz in the front and party in the back. and the fantastic 80's guido v-neck sweater/turtle neck combination. it was truly wondrous to behold.

—the bastard

more pictures than words...

shot show this year has shown the bastard that the mullet is starting to go the way of the dodo. so rather than have reams and reams and virtual reams of mullet pics, we only have a few.

some rockstar hair was on the ground for this year. this guy apparently is on the phone with his agent. getiing ready to reunite spinal tap.

there was alot of this. dumpy guys with bandanas on. got this during set up.


doctor dre pointed this guy out to us. because of the new no smoking regulations in las vegas, you can no longer smoke in this already smokey smelling convention center. this guy worked with this unlit cigarrete in his mouth for almost two hours.


the chairman sent me this on his way to the giants parade. so we have soem good old fashioned new york hockey hair.


the bastard can't tell if this is a mullet or not but, it was shot on the escalator, while i was behind him. so it's part of my series of covert mullet hunting.

—the bastard

sam kinison walks the floor

so the bastard is looking out the winder.

the bastard's winder to the world.

and what should my wandering eye see on the horizon


behold yall.


sam kinison has returned from the dead. and he's walking shot show.


this guy with the pinch cap and the stove pipe is pretty sweet too but, you already read this. so go to hell.

—the bastard

second day preshow mulletude

unsung hero of the mullet hall of fame is the two tone loch ness femmullet. all she is missing is a foreigner tee shirt.

know in some circles as the sho/lo or as jimmy 3000 once referred to it as the sh/long. yeah the bastard gets that joke too.

—the bastard

show show pre show mullets

it's on mutha grabbers. the hotel doesn't want to house me at this very moment, so the bastard is all about the blogging until i can get my room.

mexi-mullet-icious

country rooooooooooad. take me hooooooooome. to the plaaaaaaaaaace. ah belonnnnnnnnng. west virginyaaaaaaaaaaa. mountain mama. take me hoooooooome.

i'm the old man of the mountains and i dropped mad weight to come here this year. more tomorrow. unless i jump out a window.

—the bastard

... on paydirt

...fucking paydirt jerks! right out the BAG!

...or shot show mullets preview

so the bastard lucked out and didn't crash.

or was i unlucky?

so our fair president closed the airport up for a few minutes as he was flying out. apparently he heard that the circus circus has the loosest slots in town and all the free nitrus oxide you could POSSIBLY want.

but ho what do the roadie and i see.

but the best pre cursor to my week long mullet hunt.



and it was gold my lovelys. fucking GOLD. the bastard thought to himself that things were looking up. more to come. this show hasn't even started yet.

—the bastard