My Lucky Baboon

My Lucky Baboon desperately needed a cup that they sometimes worship. It is a bizarre approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Baboon, who feels it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a cup is the thing to choose.

My Lucky Baboon had a sponge that they sometimes play with. One might find this to be a fairly curious undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Honestly, a sponge would be the chosen thing.

My Lucky Baboon needed a bottle of wine that they would sometimes embrace. It might be a fairly surprising activity, to many, but not to the Baboon, who thought it was fun. A bottle of wine would be the item chosen.

My Lucky Baboon owned a porno magazine that they liked to put up their bum. It is considered to be a peculiar operation, to you and me, but not to the Baboon, who feels that this idea is amazing. Strangely, a porno magazine being the chosen thing.

My Lucky Baboon desired a wig that they would sometimes embrace. This might appear to be a fairly odd thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Baboon, who thought it was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig is the item to select.

My Lucky Baboon always had with them a tomato that they would try to nail to the wall. It would have been a new approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baboon, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a tomato would be the item that was chosen.