My Round Paki

My Round Paki craved for a sponge that they would sleep with. It was a surprising thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Paki, who feels that this idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a sponge of all things.

My Round Paki searched for a pint of cider that they would often try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be a bizarre operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Paki, who assumed that this idea was the most awesome idea. A pint of cider was the thing that was opted for.

My Round Paki owned a sword that they would occasionally drop. This seems to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Paki, who considered that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a sword was the chosen thing.

My Round Paki desperately desired a ball to drop. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Paki, who felt it would be amazing. Who would have thought, a ball would be the item that was opted for.

My Round Paki always carried a magic 8 ball that they sometimes hug. It should be a fairly surprising action, to most, but not to the Paki, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball was the thing that was chosen.

My Round Paki searched for a toilet brush that they would worship. It should have been a fairly extraordinary thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Paki, who felt it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush is the item to opt for.