Hairdo Devotee Pillows

Ernie Studios. Hi, Ernie. What movies are you working on? We have a script about astronauts marooned on a planet filed with talking gorillas who are in hard economic times. I think I'll call it "The Apes of Wrath"! We're casting "Reignman." The central character is a savant monarch. And we're filming a movie about a suburban town populated by women with strange, long hair ... It's called "The Stepford Weaves."

Love at First Sight

Beauty is in the eye of the manipulator.

"Be creative...!"

New Shoes.

"Like my new haircut?"

"Nice haircut."

'Your honor, if I may digress for a moment, who does your hair?'

"Does this make me think I look good?"

Little Red Riding Hood in Dallas

"Am I passionate about fashion? Yep, I guess you could say I'm fashionate."

Two men in barber shop

"If they're already killing you, you know they're the right fit."

'How about that? -- Lady Godiva got a bouffant!'

GURLERS

"I can't believe it! -- My Mom spent $45 on this hairdo, and they still didn't put me in the gifted class!"

Georgian head-dress

Before her first dressage competition, Kate suffered from Pre-Traumatic Stress.

'Here it is, Your cellphone.'

Today's Rapunzel

An afterthought/An afrothought

"Well sir. . . you could have a crew cut, flat top, a stiff quiff, a hi-top fade. . . "

Women bring a different perspective to watching football.

Jim Jr. never felt like he fit in with the rest of his family.

"It's two sizes too big, but it fits."

'of course it's not natural: He dyes his mane to cover up his grey hair...'

'A crack team of scientists searches tirelessly for a cure for baldness.'

"Madonna's out early this morning."

"Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Your shampoo delivery is here!"

Ask Sadie. Actual questions from actual readers! Dear Sadie, when are you going to spend a few bucks and get a read hairdo? That sorry hairdo you sport makes you look like an exotic parrot. You look like you should be sitting on a pirate's shoulder. - Redheadboy. My initial response might sound like a non sequitor: During the Hoover years, I dated someone in the FBI. I've continued my ties with the agency. I mentioned this insulting @#$% letter to my contact there and: What do you know?! He was

A Macaroni in 1773

"What? I slept seven months."

"Sorry, but it's store policy to remove man buns by any means necessary."

"I want my ashes scattered over Bergdorf's."

"Write what you know. Write about male-pattern baldness."