My Depressed Lunatic

My Depressed Lunatic desperately craved for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally embrace. This seems a somewhat surprising idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed it would be magnificent. Honestly, a bottle of wine would be the item chosen.

My Depressed Lunatic carried a crown that they sometimes insert somewhere. It is considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that the idea was epic. Honestly, a crown would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Lunatic desperately wanted a computer that they would often sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing approach to life, to some, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a computer is the thing to select.

My Depressed Lunatic desperately desired a CD player to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a peculiar undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Lunatic, who had decided it was stunning. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the chosen item.

My Depressed Lunatic desperately looked for a condom that they liked to throw. One might consider this to be an original approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Lunatic, who thought that it was in fact, entertaining. A condom was the chosen item.

My Depressed Lunatic always kept a big sponge that they liked to put up their bum. It would have been a strange thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Lunatic, who considered that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a big sponge was the thing that was chosen.