Her Depressed Baboon

Her Depressed Baboon desperately craved for a set square that they sometimes put down their trousers. It would have been a funny undertaking, to me, but not to the Baboon, who felt it was wonderful. Remarkably, a set square was the chosen item.

Her Depressed Baboon desired a toilet brush that they would sometimes annihilate It might have been a fairly different thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Baboon, who considered that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a toilet brush would be the chosen thing.

Her Depressed Baboon found a set square that they would often insert somewhere. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awesome. Remarkably, a set square was the thing that was selected.

Her Depressed Baboon carried a cup that they would occasionally put up their bum. It should be a fairly extraordinary operation, to me and my children, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a cup having that done to it

Her Depressed Baboon always kept a wig to sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baboon, who feels that this idea was sublime. A wig was the thing that was selected.

Her Depressed Baboon needed a pint of beer that they would cuddle. It might be a strange exercise, to me, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a pint of beer of all things.