The Fucking King

The Fucking King desperately wanted a can of coke that they would hug. This could be considered a different proposal, to me, but not to the King, who thinks that this idea was wonderful. A can of coke was the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking King wanted a stretchman that they would often share. This seems to be a weird undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking King desperately searched for a bag of flour that they would often try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly weird idea, to my neighbour, but not to the King, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour would be the item chosen.

The Fucking King craved for a hat that they would put in the bath with him. This might appear to be an extraordinary idea, to my grandpa, but not to the King, who assumed that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a hat was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking King desperately wanted a set of lego that they would occasionally put down their trousers. This is certainly a funny exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the King, who had decided it would be stunning. Strangely, a set of lego is the item to choose.

The Fucking King wanted a rubber chicken that they liked to try to balance on their head. It is a weird approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the King, who thought it would be simply life. Honestly, a rubber chicken having that done to it