My Depressed Elf

My Depressed Elf desperately desired a stretchman that they sometimes annihilate This seems a fairly weird undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is spectacular. Honestly, a stretchman having that done to it

My Depressed Elf carried a sword that they sometimes embrace. It should have been a fairly curious proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who expected it would be wonderous. Remarkably, a sword would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Elf desperately craved for a set of lego to embrace. It might have been a bizarre suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who feels that this idea is spectacular. Remarkably, a set of lego is the thing to choose.

My Depressed Elf desperately wanted a stapler to put down their trousers. It might be an odd exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a stapler would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Elf owned a ball that they sometimes put down their trousers. This might appear to be a surprising approach to life, to you, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a ball was the chosen thing.

My Depressed Elf craved for a pint of beer that they sometimes put on his head. It should be a strange action, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who expected that the idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was opted for.