His Fucking Aftab

His Fucking Aftab carried a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It would have been a peculiar exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Aftab, who had decided it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand of all things.

His Fucking Aftab desperately wanted a stapler that they would sometimes eat. It was a fairly original thought, to my grandma, but not to the Aftab, who had decided it would be out of this world. Remarkably, a stapler was the item that was selected.

His Fucking Aftab desperately craved for a sword that they would insert somewhere. This might appear to be a different idea, to some, but not to the Aftab, who expected it was miraculous. Who would have thought, a sword is the thing to select.

His Fucking Aftab desperately wanted a wig that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a fairly curious undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a wig would be the item that was chosen.

His Fucking Aftab always kept a can of Tango that they liked to insert somewhere. One might say this is a bizarre undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to select.

His Fucking Aftab always had with them a rubber chicken that they would occasionally sleep with. It was a fairly odd idea, to some, but not to the Aftab, who felt it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken being the thing opted for.