My Fucking Troll

My Fucking Troll wanted a pint of cider that they would share. This seems to be a fairly exciting proposal, to many, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a pint of cider would be the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Troll desperately searched for a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally hug. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was stunning. Honestly, a Harry Potter wand would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Troll had a lava lamp that they would insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly original action, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who thinks it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a lava lamp is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Troll searched for a toilet brush that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might say this is a peculiar approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was awesome. Strangely, a toilet brush is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Troll often carried a pint of beer that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly odd operation, to some, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have thought, a pint of beer would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Troll always kept a pint of beer that they would sometimes embrace. This could be considered an extraordinary action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who considered it was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer is the item to select.