His Fucking Troll

His Fucking Troll desperately wanted a sponge that they would smash. It was a fairly exciting idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who feels that it was in fact, entertaining. Remarkably, a sponge would be the item that was selected.

His Fucking Troll always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to put up their bum. One might consider this to be an odd operation, to you, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper would be the item that was opted for.

His Fucking Troll desperately craved for a bat that they sometimes put down their trousers. This is certainly a strange thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. A bat was the item that was selected.

His Fucking Troll always kept a condom that they liked to play with. It is a curious idea, to you, but not to the Troll, who expected it would be wonderous. Who would have imagined, a condom would be the item that was chosen.

His Fucking Troll desperately wanted a bat that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a fairly unusual activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion it would be awesome. Strangely, a bat is the thing to choose.

His Fucking Troll had a spade that they liked to rub on his belly. It is considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to my children, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a spade would be the item that was selected.