My Fucking Lunatic

My Fucking Lunatic craved for a set square that they would occasionally put on his head. This is certainly a somewhat surprising proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a set square being the chosen item.

My Fucking Lunatic desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should be an extraordinary approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Lunatic, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was sublime. Strangely, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Lunatic carried a radiator that they would eat. This is certainly a fairly unusual activity, to me, but not to the Lunatic, who thinks that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a radiator was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Lunatic desired a custard pie that they liked to drop. This might appear to be a fairly different idea, to my children, but not to the Lunatic, who feels that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Lunatic searched for a melon to throw. It is a fairly exciting proposal, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who felt that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a melon was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Lunatic desperately searched for a cheese grater that they would often break. It would have been a funny activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the item that was opted for.