My Depressed Orangutan

My Depressed Orangutan needed a rubber johnny that they would sit and look at. It might be a new idea, to most, but not to the Orangutan, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, sublime. Strangely, a rubber johnny being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Orangutan desperately needed a porno magazine that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It should be a fairly exciting suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Orangutan, who thought that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a porno magazine was the item that was selected.

My Depressed Orangutan carried a cup that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a fairly strange undertaking, to most, but not to the Orangutan, who thinks that it was in fact, fun. Who would have thought, a cup is the item to select.

My Depressed Orangutan always carried a helmet that they sometimes play with. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Orangutan, who thought it was simply life. Bizarrely, a helmet was the chosen item.

My Depressed Orangutan desired a painting of a melon that they would sometimes throw. One might find this to be a peculiar action, to my neighbour, but not to the Orangutan, who considered it would be wonderous. Strangely, a painting of a melon being the chosen item.

My Depressed Orangutan looked for a piece of paper that they would sometimes share. It would be a somewhat surprising proposal, to you and me, but not to the Orangutan, who had decided it would be awesome. Remarkably, a piece of paper would be the item that was opted for.