Fucking Ogre

Fucking Ogre craved for a bag of flour to break. It was considered to be an exciting undertaking, to me, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. A bag of flour was the item that was opted for.

Fucking Ogre often carried a can of Dr Pepper to put down their trousers. It would be a surprising action, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to select.

Fucking Ogre found a piece of paper that they would often worship. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to some, but not to the Ogre, who thought that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

Fucking Ogre desperately desired a sack of potatoes that they would often put up their bum. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who expected that it was in fact, awesome. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes being the chosen item.

Fucking Ogre desperately looked for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally embrace. One might find this to be a curious activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon was the chosen thing.

Fucking Ogre carried a crown that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly peculiar operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a crown would be the thing that was chosen.