Her Scary Ogre

Her Scary Ogre wanted a cucumber that they liked to embrace. It should be a fairly weird thought, to you, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that this idea is entertaining. Bizarrely, a cucumber having that done to it

Her Scary Ogre wanted a CD player that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This could be considered a fairly exciting proposal, to me, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea was simply life. Remarkably, a CD player is the thing to choose.

Her Scary Ogre desperately wanted a porno magazine that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It is a fairly astonishing idea, to me, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A porno magazine was the chosen item.

Her Scary Ogre desperately searched for a custard pie to throw. It is considered to be a fairly strange operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thought that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have imagined, a custard pie was the chosen thing.

Her Scary Ogre craved for a cup to put up their bum. It might have been an odd undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who feels that it was in fact, sublime. Remarkably, a cup was the item that was opted for.

Her Scary Ogre always carried a porno magazine that they would smash. It might have been a fairly curious operation, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be sublime. Strangely, a porno magazine is the thing that was chosen.