My Fucking Martian

My Fucking Martian found a little monkey that they would occasionally eat. It might have been a fairly odd operation, to most, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a little monkey being the item opted for.

My Fucking Martian craved for a hat that they would often try to balance on their head. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful undertaking, to most, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, epic. Remarkably, a hat being the chosen item.

My Fucking Martian always kept a wig that they would occasionally eat. One might find this to be a somewhat surprising activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a wig would be the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Martian desperately searched for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally worship. This could be considered a curious thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was fun. A rubber johnny is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Martian needed a radiator that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a bizarre operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who expected it was simply life. Strangely, a radiator is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Martian needed a block of cheese that they would smash. It should have been a fairly surprising proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who had decided it was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese would be the item that was chosen.