The Depressed Elf

The Depressed Elf searched for a sack of potatoes to smash. One might find this to be an odd exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who considered that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes being the thing selected.

The Depressed Elf desperately searched for a pen that they would sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly new suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who considered it was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a pen was the item that was selected.

The Depressed Elf desperately needed a porno magazine that they would often worship. It might have been a fairly peculiar undertaking, to some, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. A porno magazine is the item to choose.

The Depressed Elf found a stapler that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly strange thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a stapler was the thing that was opted for.

The Depressed Elf desperately searched for a piece of paper that they would often embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who thinks it would be exciting. A piece of paper is the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Elf desperately desired a porno magazine to sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly different action, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who expected that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a porno magazine is the item to opt for.