I, too, am in search of the Heather Bandits, as I've named them. The teen girls who robbed a bank in Cobb the other day. Local Media calls them Barbie Bandits. Really? So girls age 15-24 play with Barbies these days? Good call.*
They are young, hot, stupid, willing to do naughty things and now have a lot of money. I don't want to turn them in. Just meet them a little. This is the biggest news in Atlanta since I got fired and Wilbanks was found. I wonder if they have big bulgy eyes, too?
My hunch is they're laughing because it's an inside job. A friend may be their teller. They are laughing at how easy the whole thing is and the riches all three will reap, or blowjobs they will give/receive if the teller is a male. You can't see it too well, but they are also doing spirit fingers, so the teller may be on a cheerleading squad with them. I would cross reference if I knew how to hack into databases. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've entered some of SS Steve's bathing suit pageants. Again, I don't have access to the databases.
"FYI. We hav a gun. GIV us $10,000 dollars & n 1 gitz hurt. l8r. EOD." Said their note.
I also want to make a film of this before Quentin Tarantino does. Here's my idea. The teen girls rob a big bank, not a grocery store bank. A real one with vaults and vacuum tubes. Then the pasty, brilliant school outcast, who is very misunderstood and listens to Wilco, recognizes them and blackmails them into having sex with him if he doesn't tell.
Then the girls secretly record their sex with the Misunderstood Teen, and let it fall into the hands of a football player who puts it on the internet. The girls are found on a bus to Albuquerque, heads shaved, claiming they were raped by MT, and everyone gets thrown in jail, except the girls, who maintain their victim status and agree to have sex with every journalist and producer they meet and they get on Oprah, and cry about how they are victims of a pressure packed society and their Daddy was mean because he said no to their reasonable requests for liquor parties in the house. This rockets their fame to a new level. They become guest judges on American Idol, get a reality series that puts them in hilarious fish out of water situations like church attendance and working in a hospice, ultimately marry each member of Fall Out Boy, and they strip for The House of Wachs radio show, and eventually die mysteriously at age 39, leaving all their wealth to their attorney who was the pasty, brilliant outcast in high school.
Welp, off to the Kroger to get some cheap financing. See ya at Sundance, Butches!
*Whoa! Maybe they do.