My Angry Martian

My Angry Martian desperately looked for a vibrator to cuddle. This might appear to be a fairly unusual activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a vibrator is the item that was chosen.

My Angry Martian searched for a crown that they would sometimes experiment on. This seems a surprising exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a crown was the thing that was chosen.

My Angry Martian owned a painting of a melon that they would hug. It might be a new undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon was the item that was opted for.

My Angry Martian wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to eat. It should be an original exercise, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen item.

My Angry Martian desperately searched for a lava lamp that they would annihilate It might be a somewhat surprising exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a lava lamp is the item that was chosen.

My Angry Martian craved for a cucumber that they sometimes sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly new undertaking, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber is the thing that was chosen.