Survived the ice age and three years later, here we are with the full mane itself, the Enzo Pluma. They say it’s all in the name and my name itself means a long hill to victory (a.k.a Victory Weight). I didn’t choose the mullet life, it chose me. It survived the ice age when I was just a little embryo, fast forward five years and nine months later, I emerged into the world with a full head of flair. I am very free-spirited and I am always determined to have things my way. After a fun day with the bubble blaster wand, the front part of my mane forever changed my boy bun into the cool free-spirited mullet it is today. Refined in the front, and wild in the back. Matching my personality in every way. Can’t wait for others to recognize my cool hairdo than just my hometown alone!