A mate of mine walked into the pub with a fish on his head. The fish was positioned quite high on his head with its broad tail hanging down the back of his neck like a curtain.
“Evening Dave!” I said, “Nice mullet.”
A mate of mine walked into the pub with a fish on his head. The fish was positioned quite high on his head with its broad tail hanging down the back of his neck like a curtain.
“Evening Dave!” I said, “Nice mullet.”