The least of it is that the Meister has become the proud possessor of a geriatric back.
How you ask?
Well ........
- It is a result of a thrashing that the Meister got in the hands of a certain someone when Meister called her a bourgeois.......which proves that the oppression of the proletariat class continues.
- Meister was forced to walk for 2 hours..while wearing wrong shoes
- Meister had to run after (ok that's stretching it a lot) waddle after dogs all day for a day
(only 1 of the above is in the realms of fiction, the others aren't, you be the judge)
Meister walked for 2 hours. Meister's back decided enough is enough and decided to shut down the workshop. Result - incredible pain. (on the bonus side - painkillers...yeaaahhh)
In addition to this,last Monday, he had to walk around all day keeping track of the dogs getting vaccinated. Yes, it was the annual Sitafalmandi Dog Camp organised by Blue Cross in colab with the Sandman. This year was a success - 138 dogs, 5 cats, 2 black sheep, 1 goat and 1 rooster got vaccinated on that day.
And the Meister was there, waddling and limping around like a geriatric suffering from both rheumatism and hydrocil at the same time.
Meister has no idea whether he was of any help whatsoever in the day's proceedeings. He thinks he wasn't. But at least he was there.
And because he was there, he got peed on his face by a dog.
Ok people, come on, you can do it, take a deep breath and say out loud -
EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW
Stupid dog
As you can probably make out, the Sandman had come and was here for a week. They spent some qulity time together (despite 213 questions during The Dark Knight...typical samples include Is Harvey Dent Batman? Is Joker the villain? How did Gordon come back to life? He was dead wasn't he?)
Anyway as a gift Sandman brought a Chelsea calendar. Unfortunately Meister had already bought that a month back. On his part, Meister had bought a book on Arsenal as a gift to Sandman. As it turned out, Sandman already had that book.
Aaahhh Meister's life. Everyday is an adventure.
And then the Sandman (unintentionally of course) destroyed, annihilated etc the Meisterplan.
For those not in the loop, the Meisterplan involved retiring at age 45 and going and working with the animal shelter to be built by the Sandman. Unfortunately, he is not building a shelter per se.
So, ambitions, hopes, plans for the future etc all dashed. If it had happened to anyone else it would have been quite sad. As this is the Meister here, its not sad. Instead its a clear case of
EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW
So its time to review, revamp, rethink and redraw the Meisterplan. The age limit still stands though.
In other news, the Sandman also somehow managed to massacre the charger of Meister's electric scooter. It involed him driving away to glory while the charger wire was still plugged in and after the ensuing snap, etc, putting in the wrong wires at the wrong sockets.
Finally,
in other news, the Sadistic Jatobsessor got highly enthu about the existence of kittens and with vim, vigour, determination and etc, she decided to adopt one. She did. The next issue was naming it. All of the Meister's suggestions - Linkovitch Chamosky, Medulla Oblongata, Merryaduck Brandebuck etc were rejected.
Finally, after much deliberation and negotiation, it was decided that henceforth the kitten shall be called
EEEWWWWWWWWWWWW
Oh, one more thing
Meister has realised that he cannot depend on other people to help him in fulfilling his dreams. Nobody can actually. So its all upto him and his stomach now. Meister has decided that the only thing which he realistically can do is becoming the fattest man alive. That is Meister's new dream.
One mooooooorrrrr thing
Hearing about Meister's condition, SS bought him a hot water bottle (how nice of her). Meister used it. The pain in the relevant area lessened quite a bit.
Now his upper back and shoulder blades are hurting.
1 comment:
awww...
but awesome, the numbers do looks impressive
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