The Fucking Fish

The Fucking Fish craved for a bat to put up their bum. It might be a fairly different thought, to my mum, but not to the Fish, who felt it would be entertaining. A bat was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Fish desperately desired a bag of poop to put on his head. This might appear to be a funny approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Fish, who feels that the idea was stunning. Honestly, a bag of poop was the chosen item.

The Fucking Fish often carried a little monkey that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It might be a fairly surprising operation, to me, but not to the Fish, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a little monkey is the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Fish looked for a pencil sharpener that they would put down their trousers. This might appear to be a peculiar thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Fish, who felt that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Fish carried a block of cheese that they liked to demolish. It was considered to be a bizarre approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Fish, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the item chosen.

The Fucking Fish desperately needed a rubber chicken that they would throw. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful action, to many, but not to the Fish, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a rubber chicken being the chosen item.