His Depressed Baboon

His Depressed Baboon craved for a custard pie to put down their trousers. One might find this to be a weird undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.

His Depressed Baboon owned a melon that they would often put up their bum. It might be a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a melon is the thing to select.

His Depressed Baboon searched for a sword that they would share. This might appear to be a fairly odd suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Baboon, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. A sword is the item that was chosen.

His Depressed Baboon always kept a mug that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a peculiar exercise, to you and me, but not to the Baboon, who expected that this idea was awesome. A mug would be the thing that was chosen.

His Depressed Baboon found a helmet that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been an astonishing approach to life, to most, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that this idea is out of this world. A helmet being the chosen thing.

His Depressed Baboon desperately needed a porno magazine that they would occasionally worship. It should be a fairly unusual thing to do, to most, but not to the Baboon, who considered that the idea was fun. A porno magazine is the thing that was chosen.