My Stupid Unicorn

My Stupid Unicorn always had with them a block of cheese that they sometimes put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a bizarre thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that it was in fact, entertaining. A block of cheese is the thing to choose.

My Stupid Unicorn owned a porno magazine that they sometimes cuddle. It would have been a new idea, to some, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a porno magazine of all things.

My Stupid Unicorn always carried a pen that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Unicorn, who expected it was wonderous. Honestly, a pen was the thing that was selected.

My Stupid Unicorn often carried a painting of a melon that they liked to embrace. It would have been a funny undertaking, to many, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon being the item selected.

My Stupid Unicorn often carried a stapler that they would sleep with. This seems a fairly weird undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a stapler was the thing that was opted for.

My Stupid Unicorn carried a radiator to try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be an odd action, to me, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks it would be the most awesome idea. Honestly, a radiator was the thing that was chosen.