Check Out This Scary-Ass Doll Brandi Brought to Work

I'll be the first to tell you that radio stations are not like typical workplaces. They're kind of a bizarre gathering of respectable professional broadcasters, sales people, enthusiastic young individuals working on promotions or getting college credit. And then there are those of us who are kind of like pirates.

Yes, in addition to the proper, dignified individuals, radio for some reason acts as a magnet to people who are unique, weird, unemployable, vulgar, jaded, or just generally in our own world. Or all of the above. I like to think of myself as part of that pirate category.

What I'm saying is that it's tough to freak out people who work in radio because we've seen it all.

Then Brandi rolls up into the studio with this thing:

Yeah. I don't know either. She claims she didn't have a chance to box it up after selling it on eBay so she had to bring it here, but I agree with what you're thinking right now: she's put a curse on all of us and we are now in jeopardy.

The previously-thought-to-be-unphaseable pirates here at the radio station are now all thoroughly freaked out--an accomplishment in and of itself--and we all need your thoughts and prayers while we wait for blood to start running down the walls and the front door to turn into a portal to another dimension.