My wallet was on the desk today at work and Vanessa grabbed it to look at my licence. Here’s a transcription of that conversation.

Vanessa: Hey, let’s take a look at your licence…Ooo look at you, you’re so young! You’re a little cutie.
Me: Haha…
Vanessa: The first thing you need now, Austin, is a hair cut, like in here. You gotta get rid of your fucken Euro-mullet or whatever, I don’t care if you are in a rock band.
Me:…But I like my Euro-mullet…

…And even more so now that I can refer to it as such.