My Angry Alien

My Angry Alien desperately searched for a sword that they would sometimes drop. It should be a fairly new proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Alien, who thinks it was breathtaking. Strangely, a sword having that done to it

My Angry Alien looked for a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally hug. It should have been an original activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Alien, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener was the chosen item.

My Angry Alien desperately needed a dildo that they liked to put on his head. It might have been a somewhat surprising approach to life, to me, but not to the Alien, who expected that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a dildo was the chosen thing.

My Angry Alien had a bottle of coke to put on his head. One might find this to be an astonishing exercise, to many, but not to the Alien, who felt that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke was the thing that was chosen.

My Angry Alien wanted a tomato that they would occasionally cuddle. It might be an astonishing undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Alien, who felt that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a tomato being the thing selected.

My Angry Alien desperately craved for a magic 8 ball that they would put up their bum. This seems a fairly astonishing approach to life, to most, but not to the Alien, who felt that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a magic 8 ball being the item selected.