The Fucking Baby

The Fucking Baby desperately craved for a bottle of wine to sit and look at. It might have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to some, but not to the Baby, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Baby desperately wanted a pint of cider that they would sometimes throw. This is certainly a fairly funny thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who expected it was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Baby found a radiator that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a strange operation, to my dad, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Baby wanted a painting of a melon that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a curious exercise, to most, but not to the Baby, who expected that this idea was entertaining. A painting of a melon is the item to opt for.

The Fucking Baby carried a computer to insert somewhere. It should be a fairly odd activity, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a computer would be the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Baby desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes smash. It is considered to be a fairly peculiar proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper was the item that was selected.