Return of the Count

Well it seems that the Count is sad.

Which count ye ask?

Well the Meister is talking about his good friend the Count Luigi Christopher di Jimborghini...aka the Artist formerly known as Stupid Bastard.


You all knew him as stupid, you all know that he is a bastard. What you perhaps did not know was that ever since the death of Bruno, he had been looking for a new life partner.


After about 2 years of searching he finally found his partner - Garfield.


They completed each other. They had so much fun (even in that Guusforsaken piece of crap place dominated by cultural studies hypocrites).


Those were the days...the heady feeling of new love transcended them to a more beautiful realm.


But alas, in the Eden, came a monster...well 2 actually - Abhe Bhaiya and Hijra Bhaiya. They massacred and burnt down Eden and drove away all its inhabitants.


The Count called for help and his loyal page - that good for nothing cheapo fat waste of oxygen - duly obliged and whisked him away. Garfield was left behind in the melee.


Fortuntely he survived the massacre. But the seeds of discontnt was sown.



The Count pined and pined for his lover, and when opportunity struck, and surreptitously came back into his domain to meet his lost love.


Garfield and the Count were overjoyed at their happy reunion.


Well, so it seemed.


But lust and jealously reared their ugly heads.


Apparently Garfield became jealous that the Count had spent a number of days in the presence of a female. The Count begged him to understand that the female concerned is a crap eating Chupacabra and that she means nothing to him.


But alas no amount of reasoning proved adequate. 


Garfield broke off their relationship and to teach the Count a lesson started a rebound relationship with a female.


The Count caught them one day in flagrante.


He was heartbroken.


He was devastated.


His whole world came crashing down.


He could not bear watching the love of his life gallivanting around other females.


So, with no other recourse open to him, he bid adeu to his kingdom (or countdom as the case may be) and slowly and wearily trudged his way back to the lair of the hairy beast......one place in the world where he was welcomed with open arms and chicken bones.

Poor Count.