pauschal

In the court where sun and shadow meet,
Your hands dance with grace, your moves so sweet.
The ball ascends, a whispered flight,
Yet you strike it down with all your might.

Oh, Collin, king of the volley’s air,
With every slap, you conquer, you care.
Your passion burns like the midday sun,
In the heat of the game, you’re second to none.

The court resounds with your steady beat,
Each point you score is a tale complete.
In every match, you shine so bright,
A beacon of hope, a blazing light.

For in Slappyball, where legends are born,
It’s your name we cheer, from dusk till dawn.
With you, the game becomes a symphony,
Of laughter, of sweat, of pure victory.

So here’s to you, Collin, the one we adore,
With hands that glide, with a heart that soars.
In Slappyball’s realm, you stand tall,
Our hero, our champion, our love, our all.

worst player i have ever seen in my life + privated game time because hes embarrased about playing slappyball for 800 hours

Sehr unsympathisch, sollte ein riesen ♥♥♥♥ in sein Rektum eingeführt bekommen

same