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Showing posts with label Donna Lethal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donna Lethal. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Roots
I'm returning East for a small salon tour/updo refresher course, so I'm turning my customers over to Felix for the week. Any complaints, call 1-800-KLONOPIN.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
You Guys Won't Believe This
World�s Most Ironic Mugshot
Posted by: Scotty Trigg on January 12th, 2011
Looks like back in July of �67 Donna here got a little out of hand. With a name like that I guess she felt she had to live up to it. I just wonder what her exact crime was. Was it premeditated? Did she feel the pressure of her moniker and get the need to just stab someone? At the ripe old age of 22, it looks like Ms. Lethal will be doing some time. I wonder if she�s out now.
My god. Thombeau! I really can't believe it. I wonder if he'll publish my comment saying 'THAT'S ME' with a link to our Miss Carol Andrews.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, December 27, 2010
Regarding this latest debacle.....
Things have sunk to a sorry state here at THHOF and I for one am appalled. Client's hair being burned straight off their scalps, careers being destroyed by the undisciplined meanderings of staff! Illicit drugs being distributed! I don't know why the board hasn't taken steps to shut us down! Seems we need to reconnect with some of our basics, revisit the nuts and bolts of everyday salon life.
I perused our text book and found a few items I feel need reexamination. Remember that we are not only responsible for the hair of our clients, but also for other, less hirsute regions as well.
I perused our text book and found a few items I feel need reexamination. Remember that we are not only responsible for the hair of our clients, but also for other, less hirsute regions as well.
REMEMBER
One must always maintain a, "Yes, I am too fabulous for you" attitude, not unlike the pose a sad queen might strike in a dark bar.
NOTE
"In shingling, the blade of the shears is held parallel with the comb."
Yet with shagging, the tool is rarely parallel.
There will be a lecture on bullas next week. Pustules to follow.
Anyone caught in the second or third stages will be stripped and used as a visual aid.
There will be a pop quiz.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Hair Drama
It all started last Tuesday....
My long-time client, actress Evelyn Brent, came in for her weekly appointment. She said she wanted an overhaul and that she'd like to have a perm. "No problem", I chirped. She's a great tipper anyway, and I knew this was going to get me some extra Christmas money. So I get her wrapped and under the perm machine and then I go back to the break room for a cigarette.
There sits Donna Lethal staring at the push broom, giggling. So I go, "Hey" and she says, "I have a present for you. Close your eyes and open your mouth." Well she makes this amazing fudge every year so I'm thinking, 'cool'. I close my eyes and open my mouth and she throws this pill so far into the back of my throat, that I immediately swallow it.
"Merry Christmas" she purrs and starts to leave. She gets to the door and turns around, and with a look of complete awe says, "You're really beautiful." She glides around the corner. Just as I was musing about just what substance she was on, the next thing I knew, time and my mind were locked in a race to see which could bend the furthest.
With my next lucid thought, I glanced at the wall clock and realized that 3 hours had passed. Shit-Evelyn! I ran out and got her unhooked from the machine, had her washed, and put her in my chair with her back to the mirror. For the next 45 minutes I put every product in the shop on her hair and worked my ass off and finally got it looking pretty good. She gave me a wad of cash and a kiss on the cheek and left. Whew, I thought, that was a close one!
So Thursday in comes Joan Blondell. She had seen Evelyn the day before and now she wants a perm. (clearly Evelyn hadn't washed all the product out of her hair yet) "Fab idea doll! Follow me," I said. I took her back, prepped her and got her under the machine and brought her a telephone.
As I started to head for the break room, Donna caught my eye and gave me the high sign. 'Oh no you don't' I thought and decided I'd be better served if I just straightened and restocked the product shelves instead. Just as I was putting out the last New Year's Eve tiara, I heard this blood curdling high pitched screech. It was TJB, one hand on his pearls the other over his heart. I wheeled around to the direction of his stare, and there was Evelyn:
She was completely out of her mind screaming, "You! You've ruined my hair! Ruined my Career!! RUINED MY LIFE!!!"
All of this in front of Joan.
Before I could do anything to stop them, they had both managed to unhook Joan and the ran out of the place.
I turned around and everyone in the salon was staring at me. Except for Donna Lethal who was nowhere to be seen......
There sits Donna Lethal staring at the push broom, giggling. So I go, "Hey" and she says, "I have a present for you. Close your eyes and open your mouth." Well she makes this amazing fudge every year so I'm thinking, 'cool'. I close my eyes and open my mouth and she throws this pill so far into the back of my throat, that I immediately swallow it.
"Merry Christmas" she purrs and starts to leave. She gets to the door and turns around, and with a look of complete awe says, "You're really beautiful." She glides around the corner. Just as I was musing about just what substance she was on, the next thing I knew, time and my mind were locked in a race to see which could bend the furthest.
With my next lucid thought, I glanced at the wall clock and realized that 3 hours had passed. Shit-Evelyn! I ran out and got her unhooked from the machine, had her washed, and put her in my chair with her back to the mirror. For the next 45 minutes I put every product in the shop on her hair and worked my ass off and finally got it looking pretty good. She gave me a wad of cash and a kiss on the cheek and left. Whew, I thought, that was a close one!
So Thursday in comes Joan Blondell. She had seen Evelyn the day before and now she wants a perm. (clearly Evelyn hadn't washed all the product out of her hair yet) "Fab idea doll! Follow me," I said. I took her back, prepped her and got her under the machine and brought her a telephone.
As I started to head for the break room, Donna caught my eye and gave me the high sign. 'Oh no you don't' I thought and decided I'd be better served if I just straightened and restocked the product shelves instead. Just as I was putting out the last New Year's Eve tiara, I heard this blood curdling high pitched screech. It was TJB, one hand on his pearls the other over his heart. I wheeled around to the direction of his stare, and there was Evelyn:
All of this in front of Joan.
Before I could do anything to stop them, they had both managed to unhook Joan and the ran out of the place.
I turned around and everyone in the salon was staring at me. Except for Donna Lethal who was nowhere to be seen......
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