A Fucking Monster

A Fucking Monster needed a painting of a melon that they liked to smash. This is certainly a bizarre activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea is awesome. Strangely, a painting of a melon is the item to select.

A Fucking Monster desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would demolish. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who considered that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer was the item that was selected.

A Fucking Monster craved for a toilet brush that they liked to smash. It might have been a fairly surprising operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who felt that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush was the item that was selected.

A Fucking Monster looked for a sack of potatoes that they would smash. It would be an astonishing proposal, to me, but not to the Monster, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. A sack of potatoes is the item to choose.

A Fucking Monster craved for a pint of beer to hug. It should be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a pint of beer having that done to it

A Fucking Monster looked for a bat that they would insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly surprising proposal, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a bat would be the item that was selected.