Her Fucking Reindeer

Her Fucking Reindeer had a mug that they sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to most, but not to the Reindeer, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Reindeer often carried a pint of beer that they would often put on his head. It is a different action, to my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed it would be wonderful. Strangely, a pint of beer was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Reindeer carried a melon that they would sometimes sit and look at. It would have been an unusual thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Reindeer, who considered that this idea was exciting. Strangely, a melon would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Reindeer looked for a pen that they would often hug. It might be an astonishing proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that this idea is stunning. A pen was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Reindeer found a little monkey that they would smash. One might consider this to be an original undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a little monkey of all things.

Her Fucking Reindeer desperately desired a bottle of coke that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems a weird approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks it was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke is the thing to select.