The Fucking Martian

The Fucking Martian needed a set of lego to sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly new suggestion, to my children, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea is wonderful. Remarkably, a set of lego was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Martian had a little monkey that they would often try to balance on their head. It is considered to be a funny activity, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey is the item to select.

The Fucking Martian needed a hat that they would experiment on. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to you, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a hat was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Martian desperately desired a bag of flour that they would sometimes play with. It was considered to be a strange undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be simply life. Honestly, a bag of flour being the thing opted for.

The Fucking Martian desperately craved for a tomato that they would occasionally smash. It is considered to be a surprising idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a tomato would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Martian craved for a little monkey that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly curious operation, to some, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a little monkey would be the chosen thing.