Born just a young mullet in training, the Basement Flooder was merely a admirer, a dreamer living in the shadows of the many great mullets that paved the way before him, jonesin’ for the day that the gust of glory would too, flow through his glorious locks. After 4 long hard years, filled with laughs, jokes, adversity, finger points, and put downs, this mullet did not quit, for that is not the mullet way. This mullet rose up, calloused himself, then triumphed over those commies that wished to see him cut off and squandered. For this is the land of the free and the home of brave, where nothing shows off the art of not giving a f*** more than a luscious mullety mane, staring in the faces of our adversaries, standing as a beacon of American pride and ensuring they never forget that we will always be red, white, and better than you! 🇺🇸