What kinda young man cheats on his steady girlfriend with another just so that he could watch Aloha From Hawaii on her large-screened color TV? What kinda young man excused himself from his date, got out of his car, and then pretended to check the tires because he'd had a bit too much chili for lunch? Or what kinda young man played golf with "nature's putter" dangling out for an entire hole because he'd lost a bet? You'll learn the answers to all these questions and more when you read Sex, Dead Dogs, and Me, a book you might not be proud of but one that you'll never quite get enough of!