The Fucking Dildo

The Fucking Dildo desperately needed a bat that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly original idea, to my grandma, but not to the Dildo, who thought it would be awe-inspring. A bat was the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Dildo desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they liked to break. One might consider this to be an astonishing undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Dildo, who had decided it was wonderful. A painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Dildo needed a custard pie that they would often break. It might be an exciting proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Dildo, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a custard pie of all things.

The Fucking Dildo desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would hug. One might find this to be a peculiar thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Dildo, who thinks that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken would be the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Dildo desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they would occasionally insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly odd activity, to some, but not to the Dildo, who felt it was breathtaking. Honestly, a bottle of wine being the thing opted for.

The Fucking Dildo desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It was an original undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Dildo, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper having that done to it