Thugs: Don't Mess With Beauty-School Students

You know the preamble. Let's cut to the good part:

Arming themselves with curling irons, chairs, a wooden table leg and clenched fists, the women attacked.

Blood and urine splattered from the victim; stains adorned the white paints worn by many of the beauty school students.

Crying in pain, the robber tried to crawl away from the students, Mitchell said.

"I grabbed his legs and wouldn't let him go. I pulled him back. He wasn't going to get up out of here and tell everyone he robbed us. When he came in here, he knocked down a beehive and sent the bees flying all over."

Sharon Blalock, owner of the school, said she couldn't be prouder of her students and employees. "They just whooped the hell out of him."

As a final humiliation, they gave him a very unappealing Caesar haircut.

Blood's one thing. But when you're beating the literal piss out of a thug, goddamnit, you're doing something right.

Left to Right: an unknown beauty-school student; The Batman.

posted by Ace at 03:59 PM

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