Her Fucking Troll

Her Fucking Troll desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they liked to eat. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to some, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea is wonderous. Remarkably, a rubber chicken would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Troll always kept a set square that they would occasionally share. It is considered to be a fairly exciting activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a set square was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Troll had a bottle of wine that they would sometimes experiment on. This seems to be a fairly surprising thought, to me, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a bottle of wine is the item to select.

Her Fucking Troll always carried a hat that they liked to smash. It should be an odd suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a hat was the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Troll always had with them a can of Tango that they would sleep with. It should have been a fairly exciting idea, to many, but not to the Troll, who had decided it was breathtaking. Strangely, a can of Tango would be the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Troll desperately desired a sack of potatoes to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a funny exercise, to you, but not to the Troll, who feels it would be spectacular. Honestly, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was opted for.