My Fat Troll

My Fat Troll always carried a dildo that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered a strange action, to many, but not to the Troll, who considered it was amazing. Who would have imagined, a dildo being the chosen item.

My Fat Troll always had with them a sack of potatoes that they would worship. This could be considered a funny operation, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who had decided that it was in fact, spectacular. A sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

My Fat Troll desperately needed a wig to put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a fairly curious exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who assumed that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a wig was the chosen item.

My Fat Troll desired a can of Dr Pepper to smash. It might have been a fairly astonishing idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper would be the item that was chosen.

My Fat Troll desired a little monkey that they would often hug. It would be a fairly surprising idea, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a little monkey is the thing to select.

My Fat Troll desperately needed a crown that they liked to cuddle. It is a fairly bizarre operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had decided it would be stunning. Who would have imagined, a crown is the item to select.