My Jolly Robin

My Jolly Robin desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they would worship. It was considered to be an extraordinary proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a sack of potatoes is the thing to select.

My Jolly Robin desperately craved for a sponge that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It would have been an odd thought, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who considered that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a sponge was the thing that was opted for.

My Jolly Robin desperately wanted a porno magazine that they would occasionally experiment on. It is an odd operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who expected that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a porno magazine is the thing that was chosen.

My Jolly Robin owned a porno magazine that they would rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly extraordinary activity, to many, but not to the Robin, who feels that it was in fact, fun. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine would be the item that was selected.

My Jolly Robin often carried a cucumber that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should be an astonishing idea, to some, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. A cucumber was the chosen item.

My Jolly Robin desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they sometimes play with. One might find this to be a new approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who thinks it was awesome. Bizarrely, a bottle of wine was the item that was selected.