My Fucking Knight

My Fucking Knight desired a pen that they liked to sit and look at. It was a fairly unusual thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Knight, who felt that this idea was miraculous. A pen would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Knight desperately needed a toilet brush that they liked to experiment on. One might consider this to be a fairly different suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Knight, who assumed it was stunning. Honestly, a toilet brush is the item to select.

My Fucking Knight always had with them a condom that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This could be considered an exciting idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion it was awesome. Bizarrely, a condom was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Knight looked for a computer that they would often embrace. One might say this is a strange thing to do, to you, but not to the Knight, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a computer is the item to choose.

My Fucking Knight wanted a bag of poop that they would sometimes embrace. One might find this to be a curious activity, to you and me, but not to the Knight, who assumed that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a bag of poop would be the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Knight often carried a block of cheese that they would sometimes eat. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising operation, to most, but not to the Knight, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a block of cheese of all things.