A Fucking Paki

A Fucking Paki craved for a stretchman that they would throw. It was an astonishing suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Paki, who expected that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.

A Fucking Paki desperately craved for a piece of paper that they liked to drop. It was an extraordinary thought, to my dad, but not to the Paki, who thinks that this idea was entertaining. A piece of paper was the item that was opted for.

A Fucking Paki always carried a porno magazine that they would often sleep with. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a porno magazine was the thing that was chosen.

A Fucking Paki desperately searched for a bat that they would rub on his belly. It should have been a curious thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Paki, who felt that it was in fact, amazing. Remarkably, a bat was the item that was selected.

A Fucking Paki craved for a dildo that they would put up their bum. It might be a surprising idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Paki, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a dildo was the chosen thing.

A Fucking Paki desperately needed a computer to hug. It would have been a fairly different proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Paki, who felt that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a computer would be the item that was chosen.