My Fucking Monster

My Fucking Monster always carried a cucumber to put on his head. This seems a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a cucumber was the chosen item.

My Fucking Monster had a porno magazine that they sometimes break. It is a bizarre idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Strangely, a porno magazine is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Monster desperately desired a sack of potatoes that they sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a strange undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who thought it would be stunning. Strangely, a sack of potatoes being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Monster desperately needed a custard pie that they would often put in the bath with him. It was a fairly curious exercise, to many, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Monster had a block of cheese that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful activity, to most, but not to the Monster, who had decided it was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Monster always carried a CD player that they would occasionally throw. This seems to be an astonishing action, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who felt that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a CD player is the thing that was chosen.