Her Fucking Martian

Her Fucking Martian searched for a spade that they liked to sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly curious undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a spade was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Martian desperately craved for a hat that they liked to put on his head. This seems a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was stunning. Strangely, a hat being the item selected.

Her Fucking Martian searched for a cucumber that they would occasionally eat. It is a funny approach to life, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a cucumber was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Martian found a sack of potatoes that they liked to cuddle. It might be a surprising thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thinks that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Martian desperately needed a bat that they liked to throw. This is certainly a funny operation, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bat is the thing to choose.

Her Fucking Martian desperately desired a little monkey that they would often embrace. One might find this to be a bizarre operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a little monkey being the item opted for.