Before you all start typing with one hand, this is the best picture anyone has of the occasion.

This is Tonilynn Coker (or Toni Lynn Coker, depending on if you believe the Buccaneers or the Tribune) and the caption says that the stylist is putting the last touches on Coker's hair. For the record, she walked into the salon looking something like this:

Now, I'm not here to judge, but...

Wait, no. Actually, that's pretty much all I do here. I like the color, but the whole 1962 helmet thing has got to go. There's no way Sandy Charboneau let her leave with her hair like that. That's the same broad that made the salon stay open to 1:00 AM a couple years ago as she argued about the differences between light auburn and strawberry blonde. I'm quite sure she has no qualms about stabbing a lippy salon worker to death with a curling iron.

But, yeah, it's all a little disappointing. I kind of envisioned a mass cheerleader makeover having more lingerie and pillow fights. Or maybe I'm thinking of a slumber party. Yeah, that's it. A slumber party. They should have one of those next.