The Fucking King

The Fucking King wanted a pint of beer that they would often share. One might find this to be an odd proposal, to me and my children, but not to the King, who had decided that the idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a pint of beer is the item to select.

The Fucking King found a custard pie that they would occasionally eat. It should have been a fairly peculiar operation, to most, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a custard pie was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking King always carried a stretchman that they would occasionally cuddle. It was considered to be a fairly original activity, to my children, but not to the King, who felt it would be sublime. Remarkably, a stretchman would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking King often carried a CD player that they would occasionally experiment on. This might appear to be an unusual exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the King, who thinks that this idea is the most awesome idea. A CD player was the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking King craved for a radiator to put down their trousers. It should be an unusual undertaking, to my children, but not to the King, who expected it was stunning. A radiator being the item selected.

The Fucking King desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would sometimes break. It should have been an extraordinary activity, to me and my husband, but not to the King, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a bag of flour being the chosen item.