My Crypting Monster

My Crypting Monster carried a pint of cider that they would sometimes put up their bum. It should be a fairly different activity, to you, but not to the Monster, who had decided it would be entertaining. Bizarrely, a pint of cider was the thing that was opted for.

My Crypting Monster always carried a spade that they would put on his head. It would have been a fairly curious idea, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who considered it would be out of this world. Strangely, a spade being the chosen item.

My Crypting Monster owned a pint of cider that they would sometimes worship. It might be a fairly unusual thought, to most, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. A pint of cider was the item that was selected.

My Crypting Monster searched for a spade that they sometimes demolish. It was considered to be a fairly new action, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who feels that the idea was awesome. Remarkably, a spade having that done to it

My Crypting Monster owned a cup that they would eat. It should be a fairly different exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was fun. Strangely, a cup is the item to select.

My Crypting Monster desperately searched for a porno magazine that they would put down their trousers. This could be considered an original exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a porno magazine would be the chosen thing.