A Fucking Martian

A Fucking Martian often carried a stretchman to hug. It is a different undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be entertaining. Remarkably, a stretchman being the thing opted for.

A Fucking Martian often carried a toilet brush that they liked to demolish. One might say this is a fairly surprising activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush was the thing that was opted for.

A Fucking Martian had a Harry Potter wand that they would often share. This is certainly a fairly strange exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who expected it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was selected.

A Fucking Martian desperately wanted a crown that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This might appear to be a fairly surprising action, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was epic. Remarkably, a crown would be the item that was selected.

A Fucking Martian desperately needed a pencil sharpener to smash. One might find this to be a bizarre approach to life, to many, but not to the Martian, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was selected.

A Fucking Martian carried a teapot that they would sleep with. This is certainly a weird action, to me, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Honestly, a teapot was the thing that was chosen.