My Fucking Elephant

My Fucking Elephant owned a sponge that they sometimes rub on his belly. It is a fairly exciting undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Elephant, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a sponge is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Elephant owned a bag of flour to smash. It should be a fairly odd action, to me and my parents, but not to the Elephant, who feels that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a bag of flour being the thing selected.

My Fucking Elephant searched for a mug that they would sometimes cuddle. It was considered to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Elephant, who thought that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Elephant always had with them a bag of flour that they would often try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a new undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Elephant, who assumed that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour being the thing selected.

My Fucking Elephant desperately desired a can of Tango that they liked to insert somewhere. This seems a fairly curious action, to everybody you know, but not to the Elephant, who had decided that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango being the thing selected.

My Fucking Elephant found a can of coke that they would occasionally put on his head. It was a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Elephant, who feels that the idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a can of coke being the item opted for.