He shoots. He scores.

The clock was ticking, and just before the buzzer Bandito Lipton a.k.a. The Roughfisher took the shot.

mirror carp

And scored.

MG signing off (to find an oxygen bar – much needed after the ammonia we inhaled downwind from that water treatment plant)


if only MG’s faulty toilet could flush that stank off my hands….

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