It just occurred to me that I should probably write about the story of how my life may be threatened by Snoop Dogg.

It all started with the Snoop Dogg action figure. To capitalize on the Snoop figure, and in an attempt to get some interesting content, in our newest issue we have a fairly large interview with Snoop Dogg, which is an unusal thing for a toy magazine to have, but we're all pretty pleased with it. Apparently, so was Snoop Dogg, because he asked for about 50 of them to be distributed to his handlers and posse, etc.

Now, shortly after I put in the request for the magazines to be sent out, the staff writer who wrote the piece came running up. He noticed something in our masthead, which is the staff listing of the magazine. It's my duty to come up with a joke for every masthead to make it interesting, and for this issue I chose to randomly insert famous rappers into the staff listing. (It was called M to the Izzasthead).

The writer, however, noticed that I had put, underneath the editor's name "CEO, DEATHROW RECORDS Suge Knight". He came rushing in to inform us that Snoop and Suge have had a monumental falling out and have, apparently, shot at each other, and therefore Mr. Dogg might not be amused to find his name in the magazine. This then provoked much speculation that Snoop might visit our offices, looking for the man who wrote it with vengeance on his mind.

My fears are pretty much allayed by the fact that I can't ever, in a million years, imagine a situation wherein Snoop Dogg would be reading the masthead. The odds go up when you factor in 50 posse members, however. If he does show up, however, we have a plan.

We're going to blame it on the intern.