The Fucking King

The Fucking King had a sword that they would throw. It was considered to be a surprising operation, to me and my husband, but not to the King, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a sword being the chosen thing.

The Fucking King wanted a rubber johnny that they would often smash. It should have been a bizarre idea, to my grandma, but not to the King, who assumed that this idea was magnificent. Honestly, a rubber johnny would be the item that was chosen.

The Fucking King desperately desired a pen that they would experiment on. This is certainly a peculiar exercise, to me, but not to the King, who considered it was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a pen is the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking King desperately needed a set of lego that they would sometimes play with. This might appear to be a bizarre undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the King, who feels that this idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a set of lego was the item that was selected.

The Fucking King desperately craved for a toilet brush that they would sometimes worship. It might have been a peculiar approach to life, to my children, but not to the King, who thinks that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush would be the item that was selected.

The Fucking King wanted a sponge that they would often insert somewhere. It should have been an extraordinary suggestion, to my children, but not to the King, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. Who would have thought, a sponge being the thing selected.