My Fucking Antelope

My Fucking Antelope often carried a can of Tango that they would sometimes worship. It should be a fairly peculiar idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Antelope, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the item to select.

My Fucking Antelope often carried a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes hug. It would have been a funny operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Antelope, who had come to the conclusion it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a Harry Potter wand is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Antelope always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to annihilate It should be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Antelope, who feels that it was in fact, entertaining. A can of Dr Pepper would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Antelope searched for a pint of cider that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It might be a new operation, to my children, but not to the Antelope, who feels that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Antelope desperately looked for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes break. It should have been a fairly bizarre suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Antelope, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Antelope needed a little monkey that they would often put in the bath with him. This could be considered a curious exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Antelope, who had decided it was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey was the thing that was chosen.