Her Fucking Alien

Her Fucking Alien craved for a wig that they would often insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly exciting proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Alien, who assumed it was epic. Who would have thought, a wig would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Alien had a crown that they would often throw. One might say this is an exciting idea, to my mum, but not to the Alien, who felt that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a crown was the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Alien desperately craved for a tomato that they would occasionally throw. It might have been a fairly surprising operation, to my dad, but not to the Alien, who considered that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a tomato would be the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Alien desperately wanted a hat that they liked to drop. It should be an odd exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Alien, who had decided that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a hat is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Alien often carried a painting of a melon to experiment on. It would be an unusual idea, to me and my children, but not to the Alien, who had decided it was entertaining. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Alien needed a can of Tango that they would worship. It should be a fairly unusual exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Alien, who expected that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a can of Tango is the item to opt for.