Showing posts with label Tyson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tyson. Show all posts

Monday, June 4, 2007

Battle of the Tresses: Tabatha and Tyson Showdown!

Since time immemorial gladiators have donned their war gear and battled to please the masses. Our fabulous Tabatha contacted the Bravissimo team to announce that she and her nemesis Tyson will enter the hairdressing ring at the Stylist Choice Award on June 10th to answer our question once and for all:

Who the heck is the better stylist? (As if we didn't know.)


Click here and enter Behind the Chair to learn more.


Tyson and Tabatha separated by Mary Rector Gable. Fasten your seatbelts, dahlings, we're in for a fab night!

Wednesday, May 9, 2007



Congratulations, Tyson.


You evil little leprechaun, you're smiling all the way to the Allure Wall of Fame, aren't you? Hah! You and your elegant Elizabethan "do" KICKED ass!. You proved you're more than FIG JAM. (Fu-k I'm good, just ask me.)

Tabatha, I love you, you cool Bitch. But get off Tyson's back, will ya? Rise above the occasion, dahling, and get your mojo back. You're too talented to descend to the level of the petty.

Dr. Boogie showing Tabatha some special love.

Ah, Danna, we are sorry to see you go.

Dr. Boogie called that Wall of Fame "The Kiss of Death," and he was right in your case. Why oh why did you choose a school marmie hair do? You scared Sally right out of her shag and into visions of herself looking like this:

We'll miss you! You are one talented stylist, and you only made this one miss step. Uggh. (Sorry, reflexive reaction.)



Posted by Ms. Place

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Tabatha, Styling Queen

Once upon a time there was a silly Dopey who thought he could gain an edge in the Elimination Challenge by placing the Styling Queen last in line.

"Hah! You fatuous fool. My enormous talent outdwarfs yours by a gazillion shears. Come closer and take a look at my metal encased heart. I dare you."

"... And those silly blathering princesses don’t stand a fairytale’s chance against my splendiferous self either."



"Whew, I think she forgot all about us, Ben. Quick! We gotta get outta here!"

"Too late! Queen Bitch just spotted me. Think I'm toast."



Posted by Ms. Place