He let the man talk himself silly. He hid

He let the man talk himself silly. He hid his smirk with a knowing nod. He pulled out an application and handed it to him. Then he said, "Look, applications are good, but what

and tweets the entire conversation, including a link to a video on youtube and the fucking GPS coordinates. "That's how I keep a secret, asshole. Go ahead and do your worst."

So I watched as he used a shop-at-home juicer to juice my beloved pets - along with some ice and fat free milk to make a low calorie, high-protein smoothie, which he forced me to

use in my salon. As ghastly as it sounds, pureed pets turned out to be the next hot hair product around town. Whether it was a poodle perm, a shaggy perm or the boxer look,

the kids were sporting putrid pooches and hairy hounds on their heads wherever you turned. Soon, however, came the inevitable shortage of raw materials. Instead of dogs, now they

had gone completely awry and flaunted their individuality with combinations of foam and mesh that stuck out in the front and had some sort of wraparound device in the back. One kid

had his fathers boxer shorts on, with his head out the center flap and an arm out each leg hole and a big smile on his face nothing else. Cute but ludicrous. Conformity wans't the

intention, although many of his friends did the same thing. Rather, it was all about artistic expression, and, with his father's money, he set himself up as a fashion designer.

However, since nobody wanted ginham vests, he ended up a TV announcer at dog shows, where he could where his vests with pride. The vested dogs also looked fabulous.