The Fat Monster

The Fat Monster desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally worship. It would be a fairly funny idea, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who felt it would be fun. Who would have thought, a bag of flour is the thing to opt for.

The Fat Monster always kept a crown that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been an original thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a crown is the item to select.

The Fat Monster desperately looked for a vibrator that they would sometimes insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who feels it would be awesome. Honestly, a vibrator would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fat Monster desperately looked for a spade that they would occasionally hug. It was considered to be a surprising idea, to me, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea is miraculous. Honestly, a spade would be the item that was chosen.

The Fat Monster always kept a bag of poop that they sometimes put up their bum. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar thought, to my children, but not to the Monster, who had decided that this idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

The Fat Monster craved for a can of Tango that they would smash. It should have been a fairly odd exercise, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea is stunning. Honestly, a can of Tango being the item selected.