Fucking Troll

Fucking Troll always had with them a condom that they would share. It would have been a fairly odd exercise, to me, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a condom was the thing that was opted for.

Fucking Troll searched for a block of cheese that they would occasionally hug. It should be an extraordinary thing to do, to most, but not to the Troll, who thought it was simply life. Honestly, a block of cheese would be the item that was chosen.

Fucking Troll wanted a rubber johnny that they would occasionally eat. It should have been a fairly exciting suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a rubber johnny would be the thing that was chosen.

Fucking Troll desperately searched for a pint of cider that they sometimes annihilate It might have been a surprising thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea was epic. Who would have thought, a pint of cider being the item opted for.

Fucking Troll desperately searched for a bag of poop that they would occasionally put down their trousers. This seems a fairly astonishing approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop is the item to select.

Fucking Troll desperately craved for a rubber johnny that they sometimes put on his head. This seems a peculiar activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea is out of this world. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny being the item opted for.