Terrence was his name but he made everyone

Terrence was his name but he made everyone call him psyche because

he was so proud of his athletic "psyching-up." Terrence claimed he could inspire any team you threw at him to try their very best. Well, I decided to put his claim to the test by

paying Terrence to coach my prize racehorse, Nay-sayer. It was Terrence's first non-human client, but he figured his tire-flipping workouts, whey protein shakes, and brutal insults

would make Nay-sayer into a champion. He began with his usual. Forty power lifts. He placed two 300 pounds weights on Nay-sayers saddle and instructed him to lift.

Alass, the stupid prick said the only thing he could: 'Nay'. I sighed. 'Come on Nay-sayer, just for once say Yes! There's a whole world out there, waiting for you to say the Y-word

and it isn't yuppie." But my patience was worn. I grabbed the naysayer by the throat & punched him in the skull. I kept punching until my knuckles bled, then I grabbed the nearest

hairdryer and turned it on him. "You may never, ever, touch my hair again." I left then, without paying and knocked all the bottles of OPI off the counter as I stormed out.

The hairdresser ran after me as I hurried down the street. "Wait!" he yelled. "I'll compensate for it! Please, come back!" Already, I was getting weird stares at the crazy haircut

em when I got home late that night. I'd locked myself out & decided to crawl inside my house through a window. My nosy neighbor saw me in my stockingcap & called the cops. Dumbass.