My Retarded Troll

My Retarded Troll always had with them a bottle of coke that they would try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a peculiar action, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt it was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke is the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Troll desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It is considered to be an original suggestion, to many, but not to the Troll, who considered that it was in fact, fun. Strangely, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Troll had a rubber johnny that they would occasionally annihilate It might be a fairly weird activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Troll, who feels it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a rubber johnny of all things.

My Retarded Troll desperately needed a crown that they would sometimes eat. One might find this to be a fairly exciting operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was awesome. A crown of all things.

My Retarded Troll always carried a pencil sharpener that they sometimes share. One might say this is a funny thing to do, to me, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener is the item to choose.

My Retarded Troll searched for a set of lego to play with. It was considered to be an exciting action, to many, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a set of lego was the thing that was chosen.