The Mullet Mating Call: Mullet-ed Man knows how to Whistle in Old Talk Show

Some of you may know that I am an aspiring screenwriter…  and through this I’ve gotten interesting insights into my psyche.  I’ve noticed that my “villains” fall into three categories:

  1. Fat women with large breasts.
  2. People with mullets and unusual facial hair/hobbies.
  3. Fat people with mullets.

My last script had THREE obese antagonists with large breasts.  My current one has two guys with mullets and I’m on only on page seven.  Granted, this is before the editing process, but still… I think there’s something wrong with me.

Well, a dashing young facebook fan shared this on the HAHABUDA facebook page…  And I must admit this may have changed my views of mullets forever.

I never thought a man with a mullet could bring a tear to my eye out of wondrous amazement…  The beauty in the quivering of that mustache is all too much.  So world, I ask you for two things, bring back the mullet… bring back artistic whistling…Sigh…The Mullet Mating Call…

I really need to watch more daytime television…

SIDE NOTE #1:  LIKE HAHABUDA on FACEBOOK – There will be a giveaway pretty soon…  And I put some other content over there not found here.

SIDE NOTE #2:  Best line of that video – “There goes the balls again….”

My other other blog: BUDAWRITES

I started a new blog!  BUDAWRITES , a blog that chronicles my attempt to make it as a screenwriter (and yes, that’s my aspiration, although I would love to live in HAHALALABUDA Wonderland forever).  Follow that blog too! Love me, hate me, critique me, follow me… Click the link HERE

From the About Me Section:

Screenwriter…  Show Runner…  SNL sketch comedy writer…  Academy Award winner for best original screenplay…  Okay. Okay. I’ll admit it.  I’m not exactly any of those things now, but that’s where I’d love to see myself 5 to 10 years from now (I’ll be happy with 3 out of 4).

Instead I’m…

Government employee… Law office assistant…  Mortgage banking specialist…  Not as exciting, eh?

I’m dreaming big and want to be a screenwriter in Hollywood.  This blog will chronicle my trials and tribulations.

A special treat for hahabuda followers: My favorite movie clip of all time (even though I have not seen the movie Wet Hot American Summer)

Sergeant Scruffy

So usually, I post funny links and observations, but for this post, I’m doing something a bit different: an ode to a pet who left a special mark on my heart.

Last week, my pet of 14 years peacefully passed in his sleep, at the age of 16 (which, by the way, is 98 in human years).  His name was Sergeant Scruffy and he truly was a stupendous, cockamamie, sweet dog.

Sergeant Scruffy

I remember the day that my brother and mom brought you home – Your little head popped up through the window of the front gate.  They were laughing.  It was an impulsive decision on their part, but I was so happy to have a new pet to love.  I was 13.  You were 2.

I remembered when we tried to change your name to Sparky.  Sparky didn’t work… Scruffy did fit you better.  Plus you’re a Sergeant, who would want to take that title away?

I remember the way you went berserk (happily) every time we pet you.  My friend called you the Will Ferrell of the dog world.

I remember when you got hit by the car (that was about ten years ago!). The day when you snuck through the side gate unnoticed by us.  I remember the woman getting out of her car and crying profusely, and the fact that she came back later to make sure you were okay.  Your leg was a little beat up, but you lived you lucky, lucky dog.

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Thanks boss, WTF do you want me to do?

As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I work in a law office.  I love my boss, but there’s one thing… he has absolutely horrendous handwriting.  It’s a cross between chicken scratch, dyslexic dribble, an epileptic’s journal mid-seizure and wing dings.  Proof:

I posted this on my personal facebook page and got some guesses from my friends, including:

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