Your requests to visit the island for one of my wildest parties have become annoying, and I’m tired of side-stepping them, so I’m going to be straight with you: You will NOT be visiting my island.
It’s hard enough to keep these girls in the game as it is, forcing them to pretend to enjoy fucking these fat old sweaty pervs. You are scary enough with your clothes on, I can’t imagine how terrified the girls would be with a naked goblin hopping around, hollering incomprehensible nonsense. They’re only little girls, after all.
So, the answer is No, you can’t come to my island. Stop begging.
Exactly when again is the wildest party on your friends’ island, Elon?
Elon was friend with Jeff but Jeff wasn’t friends with him. Kinda awkward.
Dear Elon:
Your requests to visit the island for one of my wildest parties have become annoying, and I’m tired of side-stepping them, so I’m going to be straight with you: You will NOT be visiting my island.
It’s hard enough to keep these girls in the game as it is, forcing them to pretend to enjoy fucking these fat old sweaty pervs. You are scary enough with your clothes on, I can’t imagine how terrified the girls would be with a naked goblin hopping around, hollering incomprehensible nonsense. They’re only little girls, after all.
So, the answer is No, you can’t come to my island. Stop begging.
Your friend,
Jeff
“Barrel chested ewok you look like you eat gravel” was my favourite description of him
…and why do you think your calls were sent to voicemail?