My Lonely Dildo

My Lonely Dildo craved for a teapot that they would often drop. It should have been a fairly original thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Dildo, who felt that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.

My Lonely Dildo desperately wanted a computer that they sometimes play with. It would have been a peculiar thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Dildo, who thinks that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer was the thing that was chosen.

My Lonely Dildo had a pencil sharpener to insert somewhere. One might find this to be a strange operation, to my mum, but not to the Dildo, who thinks that this idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

My Lonely Dildo desperately craved for a bag of flour that they liked to embrace. One might say this is a different activity, to my grandma, but not to the Dildo, who considered it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of flour is the thing that was chosen.

My Lonely Dildo craved for a stapler that they liked to demolish. This might appear to be an unusual activity, to my dad, but not to the Dildo, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a stapler was the item that was selected.

My Lonely Dildo desperately craved for a hat that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might have been a different approach to life, to most, but not to the Dildo, who thinks that it was in fact, spectacular. Honestly, a hat was the thing that was chosen.