Heil Meister

Well, the Meister has done it, he has done it people.


Today morning, while coming to office, Meister's bike put up a cease work notice and went to sleep.

Meister was like "wooo mama, now what am I gonna do what am I gonna do what am I gonna do".

Passerbyes on the road were treated to a spectacle of an elephantine man moving around like a headless chicken.


Then in one of his rare moments of mental lucidity, Meister had the brainwave of calling his mechanic dude. The dude told Meister, "check the fuse".


The Meister was about to ask "what's a fuse?", when in another moment of awe-inspiring inspiration he changed it to "where's the fuse?"


Upon hearing of the location, Meister pulled up his shirtsleeves (not an easy task as he was wearing a half-sleeved shirt), and then unlocked and pulled out his battery (man that was heavy) and unscrewed the fuse.


He then got the replacement fuse and screwed it into the battery (sigh that was possibly the only time in Meister's life where he managed to fit a long thing in a hole and screw anything...poor Meister)


And voila, the thing came back to life.


So, once again the Meister has managed to prove to the world that, despite all evidence to the contrary, and in spite of numerous allegations from the cultural studies hypocrites,


Meister is not a complete waste of oxygen and space.


He rocks.