According to Snopes, it’s legit.

http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/uglydog.asp

Can you imagine petting this fucker?

Or waking up with it on your pillow? AHHH!

For anyone interested in particpating in a Scramble without actually particpating, check here all weekend. I’ve decided to blog the entire thing.

Which means, of course, that you not only get to see how a Scramble happens from start to finish in nearly real time, but you get to watch my personality progress across 48 hours without sleep.

Should be fun — if by fun you mean, “more and more stupid as time passes.”

Not to mention the documentary crew that will be shadowing me/us all weekend. Whee.

But on the bright side, we’ve got a helluva cast — Michael Shelton, Mia Frost, Kevin Van Hyning, and Melissa Bush, among other potentials — and a great crew, including Chance Shirley, Eric McGinty (hopefully), and a lot of eager others.

I’m hoping this will be the one that I watch fondly and proudly.

From HOW TO CONTEND WITH A BOTHERSOME CO-WORKER:

Your Weekly Eye Opener: “Be prepared. The moment the unwelcome coworker enters your office, put on a mouth guard, start wrapping your hands in boxing tape and calmly state, �It�s go time.�

…

Find common interests. Immediately interrupt the coworker�s greeting by asking, �Have you found Jesus?� Then just as quickly answer, �Because I already did. This morning. In my cereal box. And just between you and me, I always thought that He would be taller.� ”

There are plenty more in the link. Go. Read. Chuckle softly into your pillow.

And stop touching yourself, please.

I can’t get away from them — and it’s all Neely’s fault for making me think of Muppets.

Watch this first thing in the morning. But make sure it’s before your first caffeine — before the first cigarette if you can.

And join me in my surreal waking dream.

Stockholm Spectator GroupBlog � Two down�: “Ulf Hjertstr�m, the sexagenarian Swede who survived a 67-day kidnapping ordeal in Baghdad, reportedly was paying professional bounty hunters a handsome fee to track down his erstwhile captors.”

That’s what my grandmother called ’em, even as she was shelling out massive amounts of cash to buy me my monthly titles.

Hi, my name is Kenn. I’m a nerd.

And I’ll kill you with a thought, no sweat.

Unless you die laughing from these relettered strips first.