So there I was, minding my own business, when into my inbox drops a missive from someone named Boo. "Who is this impudent whelp?", I ask myself. (Speaking quietly, to not attract any unwanted attention) "Yes," I say. "It is that Graphics Designer from just down the road in Rubber Town. No, wait, he was quite upset with me last time I called him that. He prefers to be called a Commerical Photographer. Yes, that's right Boo is that reprobate who takes pictures of tires, or if he is lucky "Boudoir" shots of overweight, middle-aged, trailer dwellers trying desperately to be young again."
He said something about dipping my toes back in the MBT, as one of the Ladies of the Pool requested former "participants" to check in. Baa. Why should I do such a thing.
Speedbump, Squire to Sir Joe Shaw, Kanigetted the right way, after playing five games, one of which was the classic Jabos!