My Fucking Alien

My Fucking Alien often carried a pint of cider that they would put on his head. It should be a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Alien, who considered that the idea was magnificent. A pint of cider would be the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Alien carried a piece of paper that they would occasionally sleep with. It would have been an unusual suggestion, to you, but not to the Alien, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Alien owned a bottle of wine that they would occasionally put up their bum. It is considered to be an exciting suggestion, to some, but not to the Alien, who feels it would be epic. Honestly, a bottle of wine was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Alien needed a sword that they would sometimes smash. It should be a different operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Alien, who considered it was amazing. Who would have imagined, a sword is the item to select.

My Fucking Alien needed a sponge that they would often rub on his belly. One might consider this to be an odd approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Alien, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a sponge would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Alien craved for a mug that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a new activity, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who feels it was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a mug was the item that was chosen.