One of the best things in the world: slamming your thigh into a pile of gold bricks, diamonds, rubies and sour patch kids
One of the worst things in the world: slamming your thigh into the corner of an end table

When I grow up, I want to experience the staggering heights of owning my own successful business.  After I milk it for all it’s worth and lay off thousands, I will then drive it into the ground and blow all of my money.  After swallowing my tears among the urchins of the streets for 10 years, I will then start a new business and just do okay.  I will do all of this to inspire people.  Because I love to inspire people.

This nasty little doll was submitted by my dear friend Leanne Boone.

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating
(1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):
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This submission gets a 9.  I almost gave it a 10 because I had direct interaction with this nasty little doll several times.  The first encounter came when my dearest Framily member Stin (Austin Wickstrum), decided it would be a good gift for me.  Not only was the doll horrific, but it was the manner in which Stin presented it to me that adds to its horrendous rating.
It was early, about 5:55 AM, and I was headed outside for my morning run.  It was still dark, and my senses were still climbing out of bed several feet behind me.  I made my way through the crisp morning air.  I casually approached the door of my 1999 green Tahoe and grabbed the handle to gain access.  The door swung open and the dome light came on shedding light upon the vision of terror set before me.  Stin had taken that nasty little doll and placed it in the driver’s seat — both nasty arms were straight out as if reaching for my throat, while its nasty little head was slightly turned as if it had been watching my witless approach to my unknown destruction.  Stin had also tenderly buckled that nasty little doll in the seat.  That “safety measure” was the only thing preventing that nasty little doll from flying out of that cold seat like a winged demon to drag me to the very depths of hell.
This doll then ended up in the trusted hands of my co-workers (namely members of the Boone family) where blood was added to her mouth and an appendage or two were removed.  After undergoing several heart-stopping transformations,  the doll made several appearances in my office.  My “favourite” time was when I found it hanging by its neck with my name written on a tag attached to its nasty little chest.
Thanks everyone!  Keep them coming!  Thank you for participating and adding to the scars that refuse to heal!

This nasty little doll was submitted by my dear friend Stin Strum (Austin Wickstrum).

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating
(1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):
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This nasty little doll gets a 6 on the Nasty Little Challenge Rating.  This is the kind of doll that sits still while you are in the room, but the moment you leave, it gets up and pitter-pats with its nasty little feet across the floor.  It then begins to rally the other nasty little dolls in the room to bring about your demise.  This is also the kind of doll that likes to slowly turn its head from atop a high shelf and watch you while you sleep.
More on my dear friend, Stin Strum, later.

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?