👸 Tadaa, the Queen is back, my darlings!👸

Grand bow – yep, I’ve been offline for a bit. Health issues, personal stuff, you know the drill.
But I’m back, serving you a fresh episode of

“The Adventures of a Thousand Elon Musks”.

Today’s star? A particularly award-worthy specimen, dubbed TeslaTroll, who graced me with his presence on April 24, 2025.
Buckle up, it’s gonna be a wild ride!
One of the seemingly billionth „Elons“ on X slid into my DMs.
Typical fanboy drivel: „Oh, I’m your biggest star, bla bla.“
Five minutes of X-texting, and he’s pushing for Telegram. Eye-roll level: Olympic gold.
Folks, Telegram is my digital graveyard, littered with the corpses of „Elon Musks“
I’ve collected since January 2025. Each with a phone number, each with an „I’m the real deal!“ spiel. Spoiler: None were.
When I nix Telegram, he pivots to WhatsApp. Duh, I’ve got a second number for that – my real one’s not for charity!
By now, this number’s an Elon Musk museum with a proud eight exhibits.
All claiming to be the Musk.
Question for these guys: Got no personality of your own? Is „Elon Musk“ now code for „jobless wannabe“?
On WhatsApp, he drops this gem:
„Well, thank you for your reply so far, I create this private account so that i can have a chat with my fan one on one, and get to know them.“
Oh, how touching. Heart emojis incoming? Nope. Instead, the usual spiel: investment platforms, Bitcoin sites that make Google gag, or – my favorite – Tesla stocks that’ll „make me rich.“ Yawn. When I hear „investment,“ I’m already eyeing the exits.

Then he wants a photo of me. Hello?! I’m not his Tinder match! Send pics? I’d rather send a virus. I deflect, talk about my love for music, my piano skills, even send a clip. I mention I know „a bit“ of Java – as if I’d spill my skill level to a rando. But this guy? Ignores it all. Instead, while I’m in the hospital in late April: „Let me see you ??“
Uh, sorry, my body’s screaming „NO,“ the Wi-Fi’s trash, and I’ve got better things to do than snap selfies for wannabe Musks. I write: „Wi-Fi’s a nightmare, bye.“
His reply? „?“ Yup, he can’t read either. Stellar.

Yesterday, May 11, 2025, the showdown. I’m home, typing on my PC (my second phone’s toast, so WhatsApp’s PC-only).
I lay it out: No video chats, except with real family or friends.
My X team, by the way, exposes frauds like him.
Suddenly, he’s curious: „Your team?“ Oh, shock! A woman with a team? Unthinkable!
Sarcastic applause.
He keeps swearing he’s the real Elon. I’m like, Copy-paste keys broken? Then the grand finale:
„Have you participated in my Tesla stock investment project?“
Blah blah, Tesla stocks, risks, brokerage account – I could puke.
I make it clear: I’m not investing, especially not via X!
If I did, I’d invest in Germany, where I live.
What’s the point of some shady foreign site probably run from a basement in Narnia?

Today, I blocked this guy, who – surprise! – goes by „ElonMusk.“
I’m done with this X-scammer parade.
Why don’t these „Musks“ get a real job instead of harassing German users?
My theory: They’ve got a fetish for rejection.

My advice, darlings: Stay sharp on X. At least 30% of the clowns 🤡 there are scammers, and they’re ALL named Elon Musk. Block hard, stay savvy, and don’t let them play you!

*Note: Everything I write can be verified with chat histories*

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