Her Fucking Newt

Her Fucking Newt desperately searched for a piece of paper that they liked to demolish. It is considered to be a fairly strange idea, to my grandma, but not to the Newt, who thinks it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Newt found a stapler that they would sometimes share. It was considered to be a surprising undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Newt, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. A stapler was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Newt desired a teapot that they liked to hug. It might have been an astonishing approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Newt, who expected it was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a teapot would be the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Newt craved for a melon that they sometimes throw. It should be a fairly odd undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Newt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a melon would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Newt desired a painting of a melon that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might consider this to be a fairly original thought, to many, but not to the Newt, who felt it would be fun. Remarkably, a painting of a melon was the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Newt desperately wanted a spade that they liked to embrace. It is a fairly exciting idea, to me, but not to the Newt, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a spade would be the thing that was chosen.