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Haiku Smackdown : Mullets, Drunks & Internet Clichés

June 03, 2004

Website crashes, long
weekends deter us not...the
Smackdown lives on, yo.

We're disorganized
and a tad drunk, but still we
soldier on for 'ku.

Onward, brave 'kuers!
Through mullets, white trash and drunks!
Lay some smack, bitches!


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mustardman80shair rayleeeeeeee nunny
mulletmandrunkvegas_029

Posted at 05:05 AM | Permalink

Comments

(Hmm... what can I do
To steer them off my track, Oh!
I will just say:
) Damn!

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:06 PM

That's right Chrissy girl,
I sit on my ass all day
and live off welfare.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:08 PM

Yeah, that's much closer
I admit that I'm a blonde
With excessive friz

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:09 PM

Elderly nun thinks
Why do I need Cialis?
I don't have a cock.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:09 PM

I *knew it* girlfriend!
I hear that the Mullet is
the rage in Philly.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:11 PM

I must say, Chrissy
your eye make-up is the bomb
all that blue is hot.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:12 PM

This guy gives a new
Meaning to the words auto-
Erotica, yo!

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:12 PM

According to ads
Mullets aren't the only thing
Big in Philly, yo.

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:14 PM

No offense meant, Shiz,
I underestimated
Canada, not you :P

If it makes it up
I work two hours per week at
Six-fifty an hour

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:14 PM

Amy, why that pic?
What happens in vegas is
Supposed to stay there.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:15 PM

The bike guy is sad.
passed out with your bike is sad
lovin' your bike: sad.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:16 PM

Maybe his last girl
broke his little sick-o heart
so he sleeps with bike.

Maybe she gave him
the bike as a gift of love
reminds him of her

Maybe she rode it
all the time with him and now
it still smells like her.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:17 PM

Why didn't I hear?
Besides the mullets what else
Is big in Philly?

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:17 PM

Did ya all see this
Its the newest ad campaign
For touring Philly

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:19 PM

Chrissy in Philly
nobody will tell the girl
'bout the outside world.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:20 PM

If I ever sunk
Low enough to date him, I'd
At least keep the bike

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:21 PM

Plans for prize money:
Lee press-ons for Ma, Scratch Five
For "Uncle" Dean Earl.

If I'm lucky I
Can fix this tack-ass crown with
The money that’s left.

Posted by: Fraulein N | June 03, 2004 at 02:21 PM

Someone needs to shoot
Person responsible for
Making BQ's dress

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:22 PM

Oliquig! Fun nee.
But I want to see the "Sleep-
Over" thing better.

Whose logo is that?
curiosity has me
I just gotta know.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:23 PM

What am I doing
On this big ol' computer?
Nun of your bid'ness.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:23 PM

I live just outside
The city, and know of plan
To attract rich gays

Radio man said,
"Ever met a poor gay man?"
And planners listened

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:24 PM

And yes that dress is
how shall I put it? AWFUL
ow I'll have nightmares.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:24 PM

"Auto-erotic":
That's damn clever. Think maybe
He lost a drunk bet?

Posted by: Fraulein N | June 03, 2004 at 02:25 PM

Teenage sleepovers:
First to sleep gets bra frozen
Adult males: bike bed

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:25 PM

Little girls should NOT
ever look like a Barbie
neither should Barbie.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:27 PM

Mullet child in pic
Is now on a mission: Save
others from his fate.

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:28 PM

Mullet man is gross:
Red eyes, no shirt and pimples.
What's his phone number?

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:28 PM

Of course I won't see
Any good done to the place
That fucking mayor

He spends it on shit
And closes down the pools and
He makes things so bad

Now there is trouble
Intercity kids can't swim
And drown, what a shame.

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:29 PM

Mr. Mustard's mess;
my, mercy, messy mustard!
(Say it five times fast.)

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:29 PM

So which is worst off?
Little kid with a mullet
or pagentry girl?

Which picture would you
be most embarrassed by now
if one was of you?

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:30 PM

Wouldn't it just rock
Dyed her hair brown
And, ya know, wore flats

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:31 PM

Twas a great idea,
group audition, Lion King.
We will be famous.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:31 PM

Wouldn't it just rock
If barbie, dyed her hair brown
And, ya know, wore flats

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:31 PM

Chrissy, leave Philly
You might just like Seattle
laid back & mild.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:32 PM

I can't imagine
Why online dating failed with
Mullet Man's great pic.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:32 PM

If I keep smiling,
no one will guess cash is for
the hitman I hired.

My stage "mom" will die
with this fucking tiara
impaled on her ass.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:34 PM

I say pageant girl
If it was me, I do think
I would shoot myself

The mullet girl ain't
So bad, just looks like she has
Porcupine on head

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:35 PM

Oh, God! Ex was right.
That's me, right before I die.
Scary prophesy.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:37 PM

Well, the U.N. guys
Have finally found Saddam's
Stash of mustard gas.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:37 PM

Me leave Philly? I
Still have one year left, 'tul my
Ass is outta here

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 02:38 PM

Do my eyes deceive
me or does Mullet Kid have
frosted tips? So wrong.

Posted by: Amalah | June 03, 2004 at 02:39 PM

Poor mad mullet man.
Eyes are bloodshot from staring.
"Me? Or Kenny G?"

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:39 PM

Was it good for you?
Me too. I heard you purring.
I found your key, babe.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:42 PM

Mullet kid indeed
Has frosted tips. It kills me
that gender's unknown.

Posted by: Fraulein N | June 03, 2004 at 02:42 PM

Twas the toughest choice
of Amy's life: The pink straw?
Or the yellow? Both!

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:43 PM

Li'l BQ's got it
worse than mullet kid. She can
Tell that shit ain't right.

Posted by: Fraulein N | June 03, 2004 at 02:45 PM

What I want to know
Is how the photographer
Kept a straight face, yo!

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:45 PM

Mullet kid: frosted
hermaphrodite. It's true. Oh,
the humanity!!

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:45 PM

Mullet mom could be
a very pretty woman
with a makeover

Mullet child, too
could be cute and likeable
with a nice, new look

But mullet dad, whoa!
He could be mediocre
at the very best.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:46 PM

Jon Bon Jovi to
the Genie "I said lots of
hair pie, not hair high."

Posted by: spammit | June 03, 2004 at 02:48 PM

I must leave you now...
time for the salon. Mullet?
Not in this lifetime.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 02:49 PM

Consequences of
one night stand with bike: passel
of ATV's, yo.

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 02:49 PM

Come meet the mullets!
They have their own TV show!
It's on TLC.

Why? 'Coz you should learn
how to NOT be like that, yo.
It's so damn awful.

The real question is:
Is this a recent picture
or is this them now?

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:50 PM

What's really bad is
The fact that they are looking
Just a little left.

I have come up with
A theory: There is a guest
With them - Judith Light!!!

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 02:53 PM

D'OH! Shiz is STOO PID!
Is this an OLD photograph,
or is this them now?

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:54 PM

Shiz goes for walkies
now on her lunch break; part of
anti-ass campaign.

Back in one hour
to 'ku with the best of them:
make me proud, people!

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 02:58 PM

I can't tell when the
pic was taken either; that
makes it scarier!

Posted by: Fraulein N | June 03, 2004 at 02:58 PM

Pic has to be from
80's, stores don't sell jumpsuits
in white anymore

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 03:17 PM

No anti-ass shit
here! Splitting pepperoni
pizza with a friend!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 03:19 PM

"Uncle" Dean Earl, HA!
Fraulein, you crack my shit right
up. And that poor kid...

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 03:23 PM

I'm not anti-ass
But I am anti-ass not
fitting in my chair

Posted by: Oliquig | June 03, 2004 at 03:24 PM

Anti-ass compaign:
Two hour swim practice, evil coach
See ya guys later :|

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 03:41 PM

Have spilled pizza sauce
all over my beloved
white H.A. t-shirt!!!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 03:49 PM

anti-ass campaign:
butt-ox instead of bo-tox
get it? Buttocks? Yo.

Posted by: spammit | June 03, 2004 at 04:03 PM

Clearasil's workin'!
Here I am ladies! Rock you
like a hurricane!

Posted by: Sheryl | June 03, 2004 at 04:04 PM

Gown of pink frosting,
she's ready for her next gig
popping out of cake.

Posted by: Sheryl | June 03, 2004 at 04:09 PM

I tried to Haiku
but ustard man made me sick
onward JLB!

Posted by: Genuine | June 03, 2004 at 04:18 PM

I tried to Haiku
but mustard man made me sick
onward JLB!

Posted by: Genuine | June 03, 2004 at 04:18 PM

See what did I say?
Mustard Boy lost his M, Yo!
Now I lost my lunch.

Posted by: Genuine | June 03, 2004 at 04:25 PM

Who called me a nun?
I pity the fool! Jesus!
Jews ain't nuns, dumbass!

Defensive, am I?
*sniff* Okay--I'm busted, aiiight?
Can't pretend I'm cool.

It's a long story.
How do you solve a problem
like Maria? Porn!

That's how it started,
so long ago. tell me why
no Porn-Anon? Why??

Posted by: jilbur | June 03, 2004 at 04:30 PM

Y'all have NO idea
the contraptions I have strapped
under this habit.

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 04:46 PM

Dang! Someone took my
idea for Baby Jesus
butt plugs! Start from scratch!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 04:49 PM

Mindy's rocking out
I love the anti-ass 'kus
and I love pizza.

Posted by: Shiz | June 03, 2004 at 04:55 PM

Help, I have to ask...
Is mullet family kid
a boy or a girl?

Posted by: Morty's Buddy | June 03, 2004 at 04:59 PM

Lee, that's a question
for the ages and has been asked
in 'ku form all day.

Posted by: Amalah | June 03, 2004 at 05:05 PM

We think it's a boy,
but then those frosted tips threw
us for a loop, yo.

Posted by: Amalah | June 03, 2004 at 05:07 PM

I don't think those are
frosted tips. It's a grown-out
sun-in dye job! EEEEEK!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 05:28 PM

My poor t-shirt needs
one o'them sun-in dye jobs.
I look like a slob.

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 05:29 PM

Poor Mindy, who knew
the tragic legacy of
mullets reached so far?

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 06:27 PM

I think Bike-Hugger
has the right idea. Throaty
love, no arguments.

Posted by: Mir | June 03, 2004 at 06:31 PM

Out from the woods
the Bigfoot brings the clan
for a photo shoot

Posted by: Rockchild | June 03, 2004 at 06:32 PM

Had to schedule this
Group pic soon to make it to
The White Snake concert

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 06:34 PM

I hope I'm better
at this Haiku game than I
was not long ago

Posted by: Rockchild | June 03, 2004 at 06:36 PM

Danger! Doesn't this
Guy know better than to fall
Asleep at the wheel.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 06:37 PM

Wow, I never knew
Amy had a thing for whale
Eyeball cocktail drinks.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 06:41 PM

Do you ever have
That dream where you are riding
A motorcycle?

Careful what you wish
For, it may not respect you
In the morning, yo!

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 07:57 PM

Mullets? We don't need
No stinking mullets. We've got
Huge borg sphere cocktails.

Posted by: Stu | June 03, 2004 at 08:00 PM

I just can't do it
I refuse to believe that
Crown girl is real

The eyes are Barbie's
And the smile is too perfect
Her body a child's

The dead giveaway:
The dumb money fan she has
No one's that stupid

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 08:16 PM

LOL, Stu, but
I dream I'm riding on whales
*scared to sleep tonight*

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 08:23 PM

The mullet fam pic
Is surely old, but the mass
Killer is too recent

He probably was
From the south and raped some small
Girl. His niece, perhaps?

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 08:36 PM

Oh dear Chrissy, if
only it WAS a fake. It's
from a pageant site.

Won't link to it since
they seem protective of their
creepy Queenette pics.

Had to do a screen
shot and cut and paste to get
the pic for Smackdown.

They don't let you just
take the photos...guess they're scared
we'll mock them. Oh. Whoops.

So just Google for
"Universal Royalty"
and you'll find the source.

Posted by: amalah | June 03, 2004 at 08:41 PM

OK, how many
of us just ran to Google
to mock those poor girls?

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 08:54 PM

It is really real?
Oh the horror, I'm almost
Scared to Google it!

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 08:55 PM

On the upside, I
now have a source for crowns, combs,
and tiaras. Squeeeee!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 08:57 PM

Oh my dear Lord, yo
This is so gross, the poor kids
Sick parents out there

How can they do this?
Put their children on parade
For the world to mock see?

The photogenic
Contest, did you see? Pretty?
Leilani White, no!!

I'm sorry to mock
An innocent little babe
It's muy funny, though!

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 09:01 PM

Think you can stomach
the sight of a toddler in
pink pumps? Think again.

Even worse: toddler
in eyeliner and lip gloss
and hoopster earrings
.

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 09:02 PM

And don't tell me that
it's not for the children. She's
happier than mom!

Posted by: Mindy | June 03, 2004 at 09:06 PM

Oh sweet jeebus, Min.
I could have gone forever
without seeing that.

Posted by: Chris | June 03, 2004 at 09:07 PM

And oh! The girl's names!
Raelee, Shyanna, Sealey?
Savannah, Kyrstan!

Kyleigh, Rheagan,
Brittney, Griffin! Oh, I could
'ku them all damn day.

Posted by: Amalah | June 03, 2004 at 09:08 PM

I don't wear makeup
Never have and never will
(Wedding exception?)

There's absolutely
No fucking way my child will
Wear it for me, yo

Cause you know their 'rents
Are the ones from weeks ago
Bra-less, white trash, shit.

Posted by: Chrissy | June 03, 2004 at 09:10 PM
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