Fucking Troll

Fucking Troll desperately desired a radiator that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is considered to be a fairly weird undertaking, to many, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a radiator of all things.

Fucking Troll craved for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes break. It should have been a curious approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who expected it was entertaining. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was opted for.

Fucking Troll desperately craved for a condom that they sometimes worship. This is certainly a surprising activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a condom was the item that was selected.

Fucking Troll always had with them a bottle of wine that they would sometimes worship. This might appear to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was awesome. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the item to opt for.

Fucking Troll desperately desired a pint of beer that they liked to put down their trousers. It might be a fairly odd thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be miraculous. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was opted for.

Fucking Troll always kept a pencil sharpener that they sometimes rub on his belly. It was considered to be a bizarre idea, to many, but not to the Troll, who felt it was awesome. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the item that was selected.