Her Horny Martian

Her Horny Martian desired a can of coke that they liked to cuddle. This might appear to be a weird operation, to me, but not to the Martian, who expected it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a can of coke is the item to select.

Her Horny Martian always carried a wig that they would occasionally play with. It would have been a curious undertaking, to most, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be awesome. Strangely, a wig would be the item chosen.

Her Horny Martian desperately craved for a bag of flour that they liked to put down their trousers. It should have been a fairly exciting idea, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be awesome. Remarkably, a bag of flour being the item selected.

Her Horny Martian carried a bat that they would occasionally hug. This seems to be a peculiar activity, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, epic. Honestly, a bat was the chosen item.

Her Horny Martian often carried a wig that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is amazing. Strangely, a wig would be the item that was chosen.

Her Horny Martian desperately needed a pen that they would sometimes put on his head. It was a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderous. A pen is the thing to choose.