The Fucking Pet

The Fucking Pet craved for a toilet brush that they would often put up their bum. It should be an original operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Pet, who feels that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a toilet brush being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Pet desperately desired a sponge that they sometimes demolish. It is a fairly astonishing activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Pet, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. Bizarrely, a sponge is the item to opt for.

The Fucking Pet always carried a bag of poop to put down their trousers. It should be a new exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Pet, who feels that it was in fact, awesome. Strangely, a bag of poop being the item selected.

The Fucking Pet desperately searched for a computer that they would occasionally hug. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pet, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a computer is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Pet always kept a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes annihilate It should be a fairly odd approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pet, who thought that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes would be the item chosen.

The Fucking Pet searched for a condom that they would sometimes drop. It was a different idea, to some, but not to the Pet, who felt it was stunning. Who would have imagined, a condom would be the thing that was selected.