The Fucking Elephant

The Fucking Elephant owned a stretchman that they liked to put down their trousers. It is a fairly new exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elephant, who assumed that this idea is breathtaking. Honestly, a stretchman is the thing to opt for.

The Fucking Elephant needed a can of Tango that they liked to try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly new undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Elephant craved for a can of Tango to play with. It was a weird idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elephant, who felt it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Elephant craved for a sponge that they would hug. One might find this to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to many, but not to the Elephant, who thinks that the idea was simply life. A sponge being the item opted for.

The Fucking Elephant looked for a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Elephant, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a magic 8 ball would be the item chosen.

The Fucking Elephant always had with them a porno magazine that they would often eat. It is an unusual proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Elephant, who thinks that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a porno magazine was the thing that was chosen.