The Fucking Elephant

The Fucking Elephant found a tomato that they liked to put down their trousers. It might be a weird thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Elephant, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a tomato would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Elephant wanted a custard pie that they liked to embrace. This seems to be a fairly astonishing operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that this idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant always kept a helmet to drop. One might say this is an extraordinary thought, to many, but not to the Elephant, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a helmet would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant desperately looked for a hat that they would often annihilate It is an extraordinary undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Elephant, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. Bizarrely, a hat would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant found a chocolate bar that they liked to worship. It might have been a weird idea, to my mum, but not to the Elephant, who considered that this idea is fun. Remarkably, a chocolate bar is the thing to select.

The Fucking Elephant carried a melon that they would often demolish. It might have been an exciting thought, to some, but not to the Elephant, who expected that the idea was out of this world. A melon is the item to select.