Her Fucking Prince

Her Fucking Prince always kept a ball that they sometimes put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly new action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Prince, who thought that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a ball being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Prince always kept a pint of beer that they would often drop. It should have been an extraordinary thing to do, to you, but not to the Prince, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Prince found a can of Dr Pepper that they would often drop. This seems a fairly different activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Prince, who felt that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Prince needed a little monkey to drop. This could be considered an original approach to life, to some, but not to the Prince, who expected it would be breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a little monkey being the chosen item.

Her Fucking Prince desperately searched for a spade that they would sometimes play with. It should have been a different thing to do, to you, but not to the Prince, who feels that the idea was stunning. A spade would be the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Prince desired a pint of cider that they would occasionally put up their bum. This seems a fairly new thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Prince, who had decided that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a pint of cider was the chosen item.