A few steamy evenings ago we gathered at the "FishBarn" (our tippity-top secret, we'd have to kill you... studio space) to snag some updated photos. Anal management at Kablooie wanted to send over their idea of a photographer who was a step below the guy that shoots snotty kids at KMart for those ubiquitous heinous holiday greetings that at this very moment await stamped and sealed on the recently Lemon Pledged dining tables of psycho over-achieveing Moms everywhere. Nope, not gonna happen. Thinking fast and making a few quick calls, we arranged for the same cougar hottie that has photographed us in past years. She got better looking, we haven't. %@##$&%^! With the promise of unlimited pizza and way too much cold beer for 5 humanoids to consume we got the shots. Lots of 'em. Mike is finally rightfully pictured among us for posterity. Kablooie was once again unwittingly thwarted to the band's advantage... and we all got rather nappy. Must have been the carbs.