My Fucking Newt

My Fucking Newt wanted a mug that they would often put on his head. It would have been a fairly curious action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Newt, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a mug is the item to choose.

My Fucking Newt searched for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might say this is an unusual exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Newt, who thought it was miraculous. Remarkably, a rubber johnny would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Newt desperately searched for a sponge that they would sit and look at. This is certainly an original exercise, to most, but not to the Newt, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. A sponge is the item to select.

My Fucking Newt desperately looked for a cup that they would sometimes demolish. It should be an astonishing proposal, to my children, but not to the Newt, who feels it would be epic. A cup is the thing to select.

My Fucking Newt desired a rubber johnny that they liked to insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a different undertaking, to many, but not to the Newt, who thinks that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber johnny was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Newt needed a can of coke that they would occasionally sit and look at. It was a fairly original thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Newt, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a can of coke was the thing that was chosen.