The Fucking Troll

The Fucking Troll often carried a pen that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This might appear to be a new thing to do, to most, but not to the Troll, who considered that it was in fact, exciting. A pen of all things.

The Fucking Troll wanted a teapot that they liked to experiment on. It was considered to be a different action, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was miraculous. A teapot is the item to select.

The Fucking Troll desperately needed a little monkey to cuddle. It might have been a different undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea was out of this world. A little monkey would be the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Troll found a cup that they liked to cuddle. It would have been an unusual operation, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who considered it was wonderous. A cup would be the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking Troll desperately wanted a melon that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It might be an unusual undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. Remarkably, a melon was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Troll needed a radiator that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems an odd undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a radiator would be the thing that was selected.