Her Fucking Ogre

Her Fucking Ogre desperately craved for a bottle of beer that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It might be a weird activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a bottle of beer would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Ogre desperately desired a cup that they would embrace. It was a new idea, to me, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a cup having that done to it

Her Fucking Ogre desperately searched for a Harry Potter wand that they would put up their bum. It is a curious suggestion, to you, but not to the Ogre, who expected it was spectacular. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Ogre needed a ball that they would hug. It would have been a fairly funny proposal, to some, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A ball being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Ogre always carried a pen that they would often put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a fairly exciting thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a pen was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Ogre craved for a ball that they would occasionally hug. This could be considered an extraordinary proposal, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who considered that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a ball would be the item that was opted for.