My Stupid Giraffe

My Stupid Giraffe always had with them a wig to break. It was considered to be a new operation, to my grandma, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion it would be entertaining. Who would have thought, a wig being the item opted for.

My Stupid Giraffe craved for a crown to throw. One might consider this to be a fairly new approach to life, to me, but not to the Giraffe, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a crown is the item that was chosen.

My Stupid Giraffe desperately craved for a lava lamp to sit and look at. It was a fairly odd exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who had decided that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a lava lamp would be the thing that was opted for.

My Stupid Giraffe looked for a pint of cider that they would often drop. One might consider this to be a fairly funny thought, to you, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider would be the thing that was opted for.

My Stupid Giraffe desperately searched for a bag of flour that they sometimes throw. It would have been a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who feels that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the item that was chosen.

My Stupid Giraffe desired a crown that they sometimes sleep with. This could be considered an astonishing thought, to most, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that this idea was the most awesome idea. A crown was the chosen thing.