His Fucking Lunatic

His Fucking Lunatic had a stapler that they liked to play with. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Lunatic, who had decided that it was in fact, spectacular. A stapler being the thing selected.

His Fucking Lunatic desperately looked for a rubber johnny to embrace. This could be considered an original suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who expected it was fun. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny being the chosen item.

His Fucking Lunatic carried a bat that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a surprising thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion it would be simply life. Strangely, a bat is the thing to opt for.

His Fucking Lunatic desperately looked for a cheese grater that they sometimes smash. It might have been a fairly funny exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. A cheese grater is the item to select.

His Fucking Lunatic desired a CD player that they would sometimes cuddle. This seems a curious thing to do, to my children, but not to the Lunatic, who feels that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a CD player is the thing to choose.

His Fucking Lunatic had a piece of paper that they liked to embrace. One might say this is a surprising idea, to my children, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that this idea is breathtaking. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the chosen item.