Her Fucking Martian

Her Fucking Martian desperately searched for a mug that they would sometimes hug. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to many, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Martian wanted a helmet that they would occasionally break. It was a strange thing to do, to me, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a helmet would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Martian owned a can of coke that they would occasionally hug. It is considered to be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who felt it was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a can of coke was the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Martian always kept a rubber chicken to eat. It was considered to be a fairly surprising thought, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had decided it would be fun. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Martian found a stapler that they liked to cuddle. This seems a fairly extraordinary thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who considered it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Martian desperately desired a condom that they would sometimes demolish. It might have been a funny idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, breathtaking. Honestly, a condom would be the chosen thing.