My Fucking Giraffe

My Fucking Giraffe desperately wanted a spade that they liked to share. It would have been an odd thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Giraffe, who felt that it was in fact, epic. A spade is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Giraffe desperately wanted a radiator that they would sit and look at. This seems a bizarre operation, to you, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks it would be stunning. Strangely, a radiator was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Giraffe searched for a bottle of beer that they sometimes break. This seems an astonishing thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Giraffe desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly funny idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Giraffe needed a bottle of coke that they liked to sleep with. This seems a fairly funny suggestion, to you, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke is the item to select.

My Fucking Giraffe often carried a cucumber that they would occasionally experiment on. It was considered to be a bizarre activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Giraffe, who had decided it was awesome. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to select.