Her Fucking Elf

Her Fucking Elf desperately desired a sponge to hug. It should be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who felt that this idea was out of this world. Honestly, a sponge is the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Elf looked for a bottle of beer that they liked to throw. It might have been a fairly weird suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who feels that this idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Elf desperately craved for a vibrator that they would occasionally share. One might find this to be a different approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who thinks it would be wonderful. Remarkably, a vibrator is the thing to opt for.

Her Fucking Elf desperately searched for a toilet brush that they would often cuddle. It would be a strange proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who felt that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a toilet brush being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Elf always kept a lava lamp that they would sometimes smash. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who feels that the idea was epic. Strangely, a lava lamp would be the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Elf desperately needed a bottle of coke that they sometimes break. It might have been a fairly surprising activity, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who considered it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke is the item to choose.