Balls

Yes balls


Balls and Meister have a deep and intimate connection....and by that Meister doesn't not mean his own balls. Those useless pieces of crap hanging between the Meisterlegs have long ago stopped working demanding work.


Meister means football.


See, the Meister has been rejected by all and sundry (except doggies). Sooner or later everybody rejects the Meister -  its kinda like the national pastime actually. Even Meister's own body parts have recently joined the exodus so to speak.


So in this whirlwind of rejection, it was extremely satisfying and gratifying for the Meister to realise that footy still hasn't.


He is as fat as a hippopotamus and as unfit as Ayush Prasad's brain, but hey, his footy skills are still top notch. Despite being the world's heaviest goalkeeper, he played a large and successful part in his team finishing 3rd in he recently concluded footy tournament.

Of course he wasn't in Buffonesque territory, but he did make quite a few saves, some of them quite good saves also, and he flapped and jumped around the place, with not a single iota of thought about the repercussions on his body, like a baboon on steroids.

What's the most gratifying thing is that his team mates appreciated his efforts.......in this sea of rejection, abuse and criticism, its like a beacon of joy....the Meister is not completely and utterly useless.

The Meister abides..or rather the Meister's footy skills abide.



Oh btw, on the subject of balls, our dear ol Taco Bell Girl has recently discovered that she possesses some mysterious super power - and a super power that makes all men flinch in fear also (except the Meister - who has nothing really to lose and Ayush - who is too stupid to notice anything and has anyway burnt his).

Yes people, that's right, she can make balls disappear from her hands!!!!!!

Poor future husband is all the Meister can say in this matter