15-Year-Old Bro Takes A Tire Iron To The Skull While Defending Taco Bell Employees From Abusive Customers

Bro of the Week goes to this 15-year-old from St. Paul, Minnesota who suffered a concussion after taking a tire iron to the head while trying to break up an altercation between Taco Bell employees and a couple unruly customers.

Minnesota’s Pioneer Press reports,

“According to criminal complaints, (Krystynn) Mems-Collins, (Laresha) Uting and a male ordered food at the drive-through and came into the restaurant to complain that their order was wrong.

They were allegedly belligerent and swearing at employees, so a regular customer — a 15-year-old boy identified as Nikko Senn — tried to intervene. They argued and the three left the restaurant, but returned moments later….

Uting had retrieved a tire iron from her car in the parking lot, which she gave to the male, identified as ‘Guns,’ who used it to hit the boy in the head. Mems-Collins then punched the boy, the complaint said.”

Don’t get me wrong: my blood fucking boils when fast food joints get my order wrong. I clearly said ‘no mayonnaise’ into that antiquated intercom machine. Oh what’s that? You couldn’t hear me due to the wind storm outside and me blasting T Pain on my stereo and the obnoxious purring of the motorcycle engine behind me? Tell someone who will listen.

But there’s also something to be said for decorum. Ya know, acting like a member of the human race. And just because someone who gets paid pennies made an innocent mistake, doesn’t give you the right to go fucking haywire. But something tells me with a name like ‘Guns’ shit would have went down regardless.

Two women, one named ‘BJ’ (LOLZ), have been charged with rioting and Guns has been arrested for the incident. And if I have anything to do with it, which I absolutely don’t, but Nikko deserves free Taco Bell for life. God that would be dangerous.

Check out the post-altercation interview with Nikko and his proud mother.


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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.