The Power of Google

I'm going to have to stop referring to my friends by their first and last names on my blog. My friend John said his boss found this picture on my site:

Although he conceded that it was an awesome Keg Race, he doesn't like that everyone at his office now has a copy of the picture. If only they knew that we have pictures of him, pants down with an electric dog collar on, running through an invisible fence.

Then my friend Glen told me that this came up in a job interview:

"They're only one-step away from going little boy/Glen [deleted] style, and dropping their pants to the floor. ..."

Oops.