My Fucking Lunatic

My Fucking Lunatic desperately desired a bag of poop that they would occasionally put up their bum. It is a weird and wonderful proposal, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a bag of poop was the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Lunatic always had with them a custard pie that they would often hug. It might be a fairly funny operation, to many, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the item to select.

My Fucking Lunatic owned a rubber chicken that they would sometimes put on his head. It might be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Lunatic, who thought it was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Lunatic craved for a big sponge to embrace. This seems a fairly unusual action, to most, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a big sponge would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Lunatic desperately needed a custard pie that they liked to play with. It might have been an exciting thing to do, to many, but not to the Lunatic, who felt that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Lunatic looked for a helmet that they would occasionally annihilate It might have been a surprising activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a helmet was the item that was chosen.