The Boring Lunatic

The Boring Lunatic always carried a porno magazine that they would hug. It was an odd operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Lunatic, who felt that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a porno magazine was the chosen item.

The Boring Lunatic desperately needed a ball that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It was an astonishing thought, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who considered that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball is the item to select.

The Boring Lunatic often carried a bag of poop that they would often embrace. It might have been a fairly original exercise, to me, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

The Boring Lunatic always kept a tomato that they liked to eat. This is certainly a fairly curious undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a tomato was the item that was chosen.

The Boring Lunatic craved for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally drop. It is a fairly strange approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Lunatic, who thinks that this idea is fun. Honestly, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was chosen.

The Boring Lunatic desperately looked for a vibrator to put down their trousers. It might have been a new exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed it would be stunning. Remarkably, a vibrator being the thing opted for.