When I was a senior in HS, we always hung out near the student parking lot entrance before home room. My friend, for some reason, always had to bust this one kid's stones every morning on his way into school. The kid had really curly short hair, and my friend called him Brillo-head.
After a while it got old, and we all told him to leave the kid alone. He didn't listen. So there we were one random morning and the kid walks in the door and my buddy says "hey f$&@ you Brillo-head!" Brillo walks over with a large Dunkin Donuts coffee, pulls the top off, and throws scalding hot coffee in my friend's face and runs away.
My friend had some red skin/blisters on his face, but he wasn't seriously injured or disfigured. I'll tell you what though...he never call that kid Brillo-head again.
True story...