My Fucking Giraffe

My Fucking Giraffe craved for a bat that they would often sit and look at. This seems a new exercise, to you and me, but not to the Giraffe, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a bat was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Giraffe always carried a bat that they would often embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly new idea, to you and me, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks that this idea was magnificent. Honestly, a bat would be the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Giraffe looked for a pint of beer that they would put up their bum. It would have been a fairly odd undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that this idea is exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of beer was the chosen item.

My Fucking Giraffe desperately looked for a condom to throw. It was a fairly different thought, to most, but not to the Giraffe, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a condom was the chosen item.

My Fucking Giraffe craved for a can of Tango that they would occasionally sit and look at. This seems a funny activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks that this idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango was the chosen item.

My Fucking Giraffe needed a condom that they would occasionally throw. This seems to be a curious idea, to many, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a condom having that done to it