My Fucking Ogre

My Fucking Ogre looked for a toilet brush that they would sometimes embrace. This is certainly a weird exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a toilet brush was the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Ogre always had with them a hat that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a fairly strange undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a hat being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Ogre desperately searched for a pen that they would worship. It was a fairly strange operation, to you, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a pen was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Ogre searched for a hat that they would try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be a weird approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was miraculous. A hat was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Ogre desperately searched for a pen that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a pen would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Ogre always kept a piece of paper that they liked to cuddle. It should have been a fairly original thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who assumed it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the item opted for.