His Fucking Monster

His Fucking Monster desperately looked for a cucumber to rub on his belly. It would be a fairly funny activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber was the item that was opted for.

His Fucking Monster always carried a set square that they would often hug. It might have been a fairly bizarre suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a set square would be the thing that was selected.

His Fucking Monster desperately searched for a bag of poop that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly exciting exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who feels that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a bag of poop being the chosen item.

His Fucking Monster desperately desired a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes demolish. This is certainly a fairly astonishing thing to do, to many, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper was the item that was selected.

His Fucking Monster desperately needed a pint of beer that they would often break. This might appear to be a fairly funny approach to life, to some, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a pint of beer being the chosen item.

His Fucking Monster carried a sponge that they liked to share. It might have been a fairly new activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who had decided that it was in fact, amazing. Strangely, a sponge is the item that was chosen.