My Hungry Paki

My Hungry Paki desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would often share. This could be considered a fairly exciting approach to life, to me, but not to the Paki, who felt that this idea is stunning. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer was the thing that was selected.

My Hungry Paki needed a tomato that they sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my wife, but not to the Paki, who thought that it was in fact, exciting. Bizarrely, a tomato was the thing that was selected.

My Hungry Paki craved for a pint of cider to experiment on. One might find this to be a curious idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Paki, who thought it was breathtaking. Strangely, a pint of cider is the thing to opt for.

My Hungry Paki wanted a custard pie that they liked to sit and look at. It might have been a surprising undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Paki, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the item to choose.

My Hungry Paki needed a radiator that they liked to worship. It should have been a bizarre exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Paki, who thought it would be awesome. Who would have imagined, a radiator was the thing that was opted for.

My Hungry Paki found a melon that they would often hug. This seems to be a fairly different thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Paki, who felt that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a melon was the chosen item.