I must admit something.
I am a little ashamed.
Though I am a manly man with a beard, whenever I enter a large city, I am always a bit unnerved.
My mind runs wild and I feel as if I am moments away from being destroyed by the local riff raff.
Upon a recent visit to Chicago, this is the scenario that played out in my mind:

[After stepping off the train, I approach the exit ramp where a rough looking character stands blocking the way]
Riff Raff: Hello sir, may I please have your wallet?
Me: Um…sure.  Here you go.  I think you will find everything’s in order.
Riff Raff: [Examining contents and pocketing my money and credit cards] Oh, hello Mr. Keigley.  Welcome to Chicago.  Are you ready for me to commence with a complimentary beating?
Me: I guess.
Riff Raff: Great.  Please choose your method.  I have bat, knife or our most popular — the fist.
Me: Well, I guess I’ll go with fist.
Riff Raff: Excellent selection.  Now, since you chose fist, you can also choose the focused area of the beating.  There is face, body…
Me: [Cutting him off] Definitely the body.
Riff Raff: Again, wonderful choice Mr. Keigley.  Are you ready for me to commence with punishing and painful blows all about your torso?
Me: Let’s do this.

This nasty little doll was submitted by my multi-talented pal, Page Phelps.

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating (1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This submission perplexes me — my initial response to the photo is of course absolute dread.  I mean look at it.  There is a nasty little doll that lost its eye in some sort of horrific tussle and now he has his good eye on me.  The doll even went so far as to look up my blog and point to me and say, “Kevin (wipes blood from corner of mouth), I have found your pathetic blog.  I am tracking you down through your IP address.  I use the computer at night when your buddy Page is sleeping.  Relax for now Kevin — I am coming for you.  One little nasty pitter pat of my nasty little feet at a time.”
But then I also feel another way — the quality of the photo of the nasty little doll is amazing, dare I say…exquisite.  So as you can see, my perplexed brain was forced to give this one a 3 — the sheer awesomeness of the photo outweighs the terror.

As some of you may know, I cannot stand nasty little dolls.  Some people have exploited this knowledge with mixed results.  In the interest of constantly trying to better myself (by not being freaked out by nasty little dolls), I would like for you to send me your photos of a nasty little doll — the more disturbing the better.  I don’t mean for you to scour the internet to find some jacked-up doll with fangs and gore and the like, I mean just your normal, everyday, nasty little doll.  If you own the doll, that is even better.  You can e-mail me here at 11tymillion@gmail.com (you will have to copy the address).
Today I will post the first photos, unknowingly submitted by my good friend Mark Dean (Mark is doing some real cool things for God).  These photos make me shake with disgust.

Mark, are you holding that nasty little hand?

Remember back in the day when car door locks were located on the top of the door’s interior versus on the side of the door’s interior?  When I would ride shotgun, I would place my hand over the door lock for fear of hitting a bump and stabbing my eye with the lock.

I still have my eye to date.  Maybe it wasn’t irrational.