The Fucking King

The Fucking King desperately craved for a can of Tango that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a weird thing to do, to you and me, but not to the King, who feels it was sublime. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango would be the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking King desperately wanted a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally drop. This could be considered a fairly different idea, to my grandma, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderous. Honestly, a sack of potatoes having that done to it

The Fucking King always had with them a pen that they would sometimes smash. This could be considered a fairly odd operation, to my dad, but not to the King, who assumed that it was in fact, epic. A pen is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking King desperately desired a chocolate bar that they liked to smash. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to you and me, but not to the King, who feels that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a chocolate bar was the item that was selected.

The Fucking King desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they sometimes experiment on. This could be considered a funny suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion it was fun. Strangely, a sack of potatoes being the thing opted for.

The Fucking King found a lava lamp that they would occasionally eat. It would be a fairly funny thing to do, to my dad, but not to the King, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a lava lamp would be the item that was selected.