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Well, well, well……

My brother-in-law was away, my sister was too lazy, and I didn’t feel like going alone, so I stayed at home on good ol’ Reunion Day.

The Mysterious Muffin Man has sent me a PM cautioning me to get myself a very long stick indeed.
This is becoming worrying. What if the Muffin Man ever comes to Europe, and the stick I have to ward him off does not suffice?
Would he tear off all my clothes and dress me in one of his ridiculous shirts?
Would he make me wear his sandals of dread?
Would I have to make a rubber band ball? (Don’t ask, dear readers, just don’t ask….)

I have decided not to wait for that day or be dependent on the length of my warding-off stick.
I am not helpless!
Thankfully Germany has a powerful killing machine already abroad. And I will use it.
The Alb is an East German top agent currently hiding out in the Edmonton area.

the Alb

Don’t, I repeat, don’t ever touch his sunglasses or - heaven forbid - put them on! They will suck out your eyeballs!

The Muffin Man has successfully avoided the Alb once already, but the Alb’s new disguise will render him totally helpless….

the posing lascivious lady disguise

Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha, he won’t know what hit him!!!!!

…. And I will be safe.

*sighs*

Originally I wanted to write some more stuff on the elections today. But I’m so damn tired of that crap.
Suffice it to say, now that Dresden 1 has voted as well, the CDU gained one more seat in Parliament. Still Müntefering (SPD) claims that the SPD is the strongest faction. Are rumours that the SPD wants to deny the CDU/CSU the right to be counted as one true? Did Schröder only stand up to Bush on the Iraq issue to now become just like him and manipulate an election? Now that’s a scary thought.

And tomorrow I will have a day off, er, we will be celebrating the German reunion. If the weather is fine and I can kick my sis and bro-in-law into action I might go to that Tag der offenen Tür (literally: day of the open door, dunno the correct translation) at the mosque two villages away that a customer told me I should go to. Bazar, food stalls…… Yes, right, faithful friends. Yummy Turkish food and veganism does not compute. But sis and me can watch bro-in-law eat I suppose. Oh well, we’ll see what the day will bring.

Talking about that customer, lol, she was there to bring back a faulty watch, and told A. and me that she had bought that when the fat lady had been at the till, “I always forget her name.” Me: “Mrs J.” A.: “Or you could just say Şişko (see previous post for spelling and pronunciation).” She laughed even more when I mentioned that I was well aware of what that means….

Bluh (copyright by da Muffin Man). It is late, so good night everyone. Or welterusten, as teh Dutch faction would say.