Put 100 mullets in a room. See what happens.
Bulk mullets for events that don't want to suck. Wedding planners use them. Camp directors use them. Whoever planned your last offsite did not.
A bag of mullets. That's it. That's the product.
You pick the number. We pick the mullets. That is the Surprise Mix, and the bag does the rest. No character grids, no agonizing over styles. The magic is watching your CFO pull one out with her own hand.
Mix is the magic. You meet them when the bag opens.
Tell us how many.
Pick a number. We handle the personality mix.
We send them.
Standard shipping is fast. Rush shipping exists. We've all been there.
The mullets do the rest.
You pour them out at the right moment. The room changes. We've watched it happen for years.
Pick your event. We have a bag for it.
All events →
Nobody remembers the peonies. Everybody remembers the mullets.
One PO. Five theme nights. The whole summer, sorted.
Every great party has a moment. Yours is in a bag.
The opposite of a trust fall.
Run a venue? We stock closets and send a free 25-wig starter pack first. Talk to us.
"Brooo! Mullets hit hard this past weekend. Everyone that had a mullet loved them, everybody else wanted one."
"I want those mullets out of my goddamn house. You have a job, I don't get what you're trying to do."
"Haha, it was a pretty chill day honestly until we got the mullets out. Then it WAS A RAGER!"
The bag comes with games now.
Ten of them. W.I.G., where the loser wears one to work tomorrow. A murder mystery where the twist is not the one you think. An Olympics. An assassin game. Your move.
10 mullets? Cool. 100 mullets? Legend.
Bulk pricing kicks in at 10 and gets dumber from there.
We chickened out the first time.
We didn't even bring them out at our friend's wedding. We thought it would be too much. The best man got into the bag without asking. The dance floor flipped. We've stopped second-guessing the bag ever since.
Q and Connor, founders, learning publicly
Throw a party people actually post about.
Pick your number. We send the mullets. The night handles itself.
Pick your number →