A Fucking Reindeer

A Fucking Reindeer carried a teapot to cuddle. It might have been a fairly surprising idea, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks it was epic. Remarkably, a teapot was the thing that was selected.

A Fucking Reindeer owned a teapot to sleep with. It would be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Reindeer, who considered that this idea is epic. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot is the thing to opt for.

A Fucking Reindeer desperately wanted a bag of poop that they would annihilate It was a fairly different approach to life, to many, but not to the Reindeer, who considered that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a bag of poop was the item that was chosen.

A Fucking Reindeer owned a set of lego that they liked to cuddle. One might find this to be an odd exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a set of lego is the item to choose.

A Fucking Reindeer craved for a painting of a melon that they would often put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a fairly odd thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Reindeer, who considered that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon being the item opted for.

A Fucking Reindeer looked for a little monkey that they would sit and look at. It would have been a peculiar undertaking, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. Strangely, a little monkey was the item that was selected.