Their Fucking Princess

Their Fucking Princess always kept a computer that they would eat. It would have been a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my children, but not to the Princess, who thought it was breathtaking. A computer is the item to choose.

Their Fucking Princess found a teapot that they would occasionally embrace. This is certainly an extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Princess, who considered that this idea is stunning. Remarkably, a teapot is the item to opt for.

Their Fucking Princess often carried a set of lego that they would put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a somewhat surprising exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Princess, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a set of lego of all things.

Their Fucking Princess desperately needed a cup that they would sometimes sleep with. This could be considered a fairly astonishing operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Princess, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is spectacular. A cup is the thing that was chosen.

Their Fucking Princess desperately desired a bag of flour that they sometimes sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly strange operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Princess, who feels that this idea is the most awesome idea. Honestly, a bag of flour having that done to it

Their Fucking Princess always carried a condom to worship. This might appear to be a weird thought, to my children, but not to the Princess, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a condom is the thing to choose.