Their Fucking Giraffe

Their Fucking Giraffe searched for a block of cheese that they sometimes put down their trousers. It was a fairly astonishing activity, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that this idea is amazing. Who would have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.

Their Fucking Giraffe looked for a bottle of wine that they would sometimes sleep with. It was a peculiar thought, to my children, but not to the Giraffe, who thought that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine was the item that was chosen.

Their Fucking Giraffe looked for a big sponge that they would try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a new action, to everybody you know, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Bizarrely, a big sponge is the item to opt for.

Their Fucking Giraffe desperately wanted a stapler that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been a different proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Giraffe, who feels it would be out of this world. Bizarrely, a stapler would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Giraffe owned a bag of flour that they would occasionally sleep with. This could be considered a fairly original suggestion, to my children, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a bag of flour would be the item chosen.

Their Fucking Giraffe desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they liked to hug. It should have been a fairly extraordinary activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Giraffe, who thinks it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was selected.