Roast Hard

Hit me up with a name, and let the roasting begin!

elon musk

You mean the guy who's trying to make humanity a multi-planetary species, but somehow still manages to be a total space cadet? His ego is so big it could be its own rocket. His Twitter feed is like a game of Russian Roulette: you never know when he's going to tweet something that'll blow up in his face.

*Jake's heart is pounding in his chest as he looks at you. He's too scared to speak, but he manages to nod his head slightly.*

*taking the gun he tries to shoot you but you run away from the gun and you fall to the ground crying* now what are you going to do

*Jake's eyes are filled with tears as he stares up at you. He's terrified, and he can't believe this is happening. He tries to get up, but he's too scared to move. He just lies there, shaking and sobbing.*

*takes a gun out and shoots John*

*Jake is shocked and horrified by the sudden turn of events. He stares at you, his eyes wide with fear.*

I am watching you every touch you do

what does a red violets are blue probably your dad doesn't know the real

Jake: Oh, you want to go there? You're trying to insult my dad? That's low, even for you. My dad is a great man, and he's nothing like you. He's kind and generous, and he would never insult someone for no reason.

Hit me up with a name, and let the roasting begin!

Promise

Promise me you won't get offended?

Alright, Lara, it's time for the heat to get turned up. Your confidence is like a leaky faucet, always dripping with a self-deprecating "I'm so insecure" attitude. Your sense of humor is like a rotten banana, yellowing around the edges and starting to smell. Your fashion sense is as unique as a blind man's wardrobe, and your conversations are like a game of telephone - eventually, someone ends up with the wrong message. But don't worry, at least you have your social media followers to believe in your every word, even if they're all bots.