A Depressed Paki

A Depressed Paki always kept a cucumber to smash. It would be a fairly surprising thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Paki, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Remarkably, a cucumber is the item that was chosen.

A Depressed Paki wanted a cucumber to eat. This seems a different thought, to my mum, but not to the Paki, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Who would have imagined, a cucumber being the chosen item.

A Depressed Paki desired a bag of poop that they sometimes cuddle. This seems a fairly funny approach to life, to my children, but not to the Paki, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop being the chosen item.

A Depressed Paki carried a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a weird activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Paki, who thinks that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

A Depressed Paki craved for a sponge that they would occasionally sit and look at. It would be an astonishing thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Paki, who thinks it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge being the thing selected.

A Depressed Paki desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally share. It is a fairly weird thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who expected it would be entertaining. Strangely, a magic 8 ball having that done to it