My Depressed King

My Depressed King always carried a painting of a melon that they would often put up their bum. It should be a fairly surprising thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the King, who felt that this idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the chosen item.

My Depressed King craved for a dildo to sit and look at. It would be a strange thought, to you and me, but not to the King, who thinks that this idea is fun. Bizarrely, a dildo is the thing to select.

My Depressed King desperately craved for a pint of cider that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful idea, to most, but not to the King, who thinks it would be stunning. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider would be the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed King desired a spade that they liked to break. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing action, to my grandma, but not to the King, who expected that this idea was epic. Bizarrely, a spade being the thing selected.

My Depressed King desperately wanted a bag of flour that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a new thing to do, to you, but not to the King, who considered that this idea was awesome. Honestly, a bag of flour of all things.

My Depressed King looked for a stretchman to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a fairly curious operation, to you, but not to the King, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a stretchman being the item selected.