Her Fucking Baboon

Her Fucking Baboon desperately needed a pint of beer that they would often try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an original suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a pint of beer being the thing selected.

Her Fucking Baboon wanted a condom that they would hug. It would be a fairly astonishing operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a condom was the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Baboon had a computer that they would often worship. It should have been a weird exercise, to you and me, but not to the Baboon, who feels that this idea is epic. Bizarrely, a computer would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Baboon desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to share. It might be a fairly new proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Baboon, who thought it would be exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper of all things.

Her Fucking Baboon owned a computer to throw. This is certainly a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to my children, but not to the Baboon, who had decided that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Baboon wanted a bag of poop that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to most, but not to the Baboon, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have thought, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.