My Retarded Paki

My Retarded Paki desperately craved for a mug that they would sometimes share. It was considered to be a surprising idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Paki, who thought that this idea was wonderous. Honestly, a mug was the item that was selected.

My Retarded Paki searched for a dildo that they would put down their trousers. This seems to be a fairly surprising exercise, to you, but not to the Paki, who thinks it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a dildo being the chosen item.

My Retarded Paki always had with them a pencil sharpener that they sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Paki, who thought that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a pencil sharpener is the thing to select.

My Retarded Paki needed a magic 8 ball that they liked to share. It was a strange action, to you, but not to the Paki, who had decided that this idea is stunning. Strangely, a magic 8 ball being the chosen thing.

My Retarded Paki often carried a crown to embrace. It should have been an exciting approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who expected that this idea is the most awesome idea. Strangely, a crown would be the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Paki wanted a rubber chicken that they liked to share. One might find this to be an odd action, to many, but not to the Paki, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the item that was opted for.