My Fucking Monster

My Fucking Monster always had with them a bottle of coke that they would rub on his belly. It might have been an original action, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a bottle of coke was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Monster always carried a bottle of coke that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might be a fairly funny approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who feels that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Monster carried a set of lego that they would play with. One might say this is an extraordinary approach to life, to my children, but not to the Monster, who feels that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a set of lego was the chosen item.

My Fucking Monster needed a can of Tango that they would share. This might appear to be a fairly strange approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Monster desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they would often break. It might be a curious approach to life, to many, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea is out of this world. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken being the item selected.

My Fucking Monster desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes sit and look at. This seems to be a fairly bizarre idea, to my children, but not to the Monster, who thought it was sublime. A can of Dr Pepper is the thing to select.