My Boring King

My Boring King craved for a cup that they would sometimes embrace. It was a fairly surprising operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the King, who had decided it was epic. A cup is the item to opt for.

My Boring King searched for a little monkey to smash. This seems to be a fairly funny approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the King, who expected that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey was the thing that was opted for.

My Boring King often carried a porno magazine that they would occasionally throw. This seems to be a different action, to me and my parents, but not to the King, who assumed that the idea was epic. Honestly, a porno magazine was the thing that was opted for.

My Boring King desperately looked for a piece of paper that they sometimes put up their bum. It would be a bizarre exercise, to me, but not to the King, who assumed that this idea is awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a piece of paper was the item that was chosen.

My Boring King desperately desired a little monkey that they sometimes insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a new operation, to my grandma, but not to the King, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a little monkey is the thing to select.

My Boring King often carried a sponge that they would sometimes experiment on. One might find this to be a bizarre exercise, to me, but not to the King, who felt it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a sponge having that done to it