My Retarded Aftab

My Retarded Aftab desperately desired a rubber johnny that they liked to experiment on. It would have been a fairly curious exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny is the thing to choose.

My Retarded Aftab always had with them a pen that they liked to eat. It should have been a peculiar approach to life, to you, but not to the Aftab, who thinks that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a pen is the item to select.

My Retarded Aftab searched for a rubber chicken that they liked to try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a new action, to me, but not to the Aftab, who feels that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken was the thing that was opted for.

My Retarded Aftab found a stapler that they would drop. It would have been a weird and wonderful operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Aftab, who expected it would be exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler would be the item chosen.

My Retarded Aftab owned a wig that they would put up their bum. This might appear to be an odd thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Aftab, who assumed it would be entertaining. Remarkably, a wig would be the chosen thing.

My Retarded Aftab desperately needed a stapler that they sometimes smash. This is certainly an unusual action, to me and my husband, but not to the Aftab, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. A stapler having that done to it