My Fucking Baboon

My Fucking Baboon carried a hat that they sometimes worship. One might consider this to be an extraordinary activity, to my dad, but not to the Baboon, who assumed it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Baboon desired a pen that they would drop. It would be an astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that this idea was amazing. Honestly, a pen was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Baboon often carried a mug to drop. It is considered to be a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my parents, but not to the Baboon, who thought that it was in fact, fun. Strangely, a mug being the chosen item.

My Fucking Baboon had a computer that they would occasionally drop. It should be an unusual undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Baboon, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Baboon desired a crown to demolish. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to some, but not to the Baboon, who considered that the idea was stunning. A crown being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Baboon owned a big sponge that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It is a fairly exciting thing to do, to some, but not to the Baboon, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge of all things.