His Bewildered Baboon

His Bewildered Baboon desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they liked to throw. It might be an astonishing exercise, to my dad, but not to the Baboon, who feels that this idea was out of this world. Strangely, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was opted for.

His Bewildered Baboon desperately craved for a custard pie that they would often demolish. It was a fairly peculiar exercise, to my mum, but not to the Baboon, who expected that the idea was spectacular. A custard pie was the chosen thing.

His Bewildered Baboon desperately craved for a condom to play with. It was a funny activity, to my mum, but not to the Baboon, who expected it was sublime. Who would have thought, a condom was the chosen thing.

His Bewildered Baboon carried a radiator that they would occasionally put up their bum. It should have been a curious idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a radiator would be the chosen thing.

His Bewildered Baboon craved for a rubber johnny that they sometimes experiment on. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to me, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny is the thing that was chosen.

His Bewildered Baboon desperately looked for a vibrator that they would sit and look at. This might appear to be an extraordinary exercise, to my dad, but not to the Baboon, who feels that it was in fact, entertaining. Honestly, a vibrator was the item that was opted for.