I always kept my mullet in a Geoff Tate-style ponytail or a Neil Peart-style braid. Female fans dug it. Dad hated it. Then one year I cut it off on Christmas Eve and gave it to him as a present. I have NEVER put such a genuine smile on the man's face before or since. Best gift ever.

I've got so much redneck stuff in my past that freaks my wife out every time she hears an old one or learns a new one. Mullet? Check. Tobacco and snuff chewing? Check. Lived in a nasty-ass trailer park for a while? Check.

I wasn't raised that way, it was a phase. Fortunately the accent seems to be all-gone now.