His Fucking Martian

His Fucking Martian had a condom that they would sometimes hug. It might have been a peculiar undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a condom was the chosen item.

His Fucking Martian searched for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It might be an extraordinary approach to life, to some, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. Remarkably, a painting of a melon being the chosen item.

His Fucking Martian searched for a toilet brush that they would occasionally embrace. It might be a curious action, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was breathtaking. A toilet brush was the item that was chosen.

His Fucking Martian had a ball that they would annihilate It would have been a fairly bizarre activity, to some, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a ball would be the chosen thing.

His Fucking Martian desperately craved for a big sponge that they sometimes rub on his belly. It would be a strange suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was amazing. Bizarrely, a big sponge is the item that was chosen.

His Fucking Martian wanted a helmet that they would occasionally embrace. This could be considered a fairly bizarre action, to you, but not to the Martian, who feels that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a helmet being the chosen item.