Slackerninja's Freestyle Dojo

The alarm rang, playing that irritating Toreador tune for the umpteenth time. As always , our dark, brooding klutz pressed the snooze button. Only to be awoken several seconds later by the thunderous war cry of his bowels, threatening to unleash hell on earth if he didn’t heed to their needs.

A little later, after shit hit the pot, this slumbering twit was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was fully awake. Amidst this tumultuous struggle, his cell phone whined. Before he knew it, he was gallivanting around the outer regions of the South Bombay sector on a shoot. Details of this journey are too gory to retell, rather here are a few statistics that should tell the complete story:

1. Number of high speed capsule elevator trips to realize that cause giddiness: 1
2. Number of times nearly run over by passing cars: 2
3. Number of India’s Dumbest Moments on Camera:3
4. Number of curses sworn in silence: too many to count

As you can see, numbers don’t lie. They may just have consumed one Tropical Iceberg too many and exaggerate.

Nevertheless he reveled in the hope that tomorrow would be better while stuffing his face with some uber sister-made manchurian and rice. After all what could go wrong with 5 tickets to Ocean’s 13 in his possession?

Only time would tell.

Would he have to go on shoot tomorrow? Will the print of Ocean’s 13 be any good? And most importantly, would his treacherous bowels take over the role of his alarm clock?

All this and much more on the next thrilling episode of Weekend Warrior. Same time, same place, tomorrow!

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