The Depressed Viper

The Depressed Viper desperately craved for a cup that they liked to sleep with. It was considered to be an exciting activity, to my dad, but not to the Viper, who considered that this idea is out of this world. A cup was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Viper desperately desired a can of Dr Pepper to worship. It should be a peculiar exercise, to you, but not to the Viper, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing selected.

The Depressed Viper always had with them a chocolate bar that they sometimes demolish. One might consider this to be a fairly funny undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Viper, who assumed it was wonderful. Remarkably, a chocolate bar was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Viper desperately needed a chocolate bar to demolish. This might appear to be a funny activity, to my dad, but not to the Viper, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar is the thing to opt for.

The Depressed Viper always kept a dildo to try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a curious action, to many, but not to the Viper, who had decided that this idea was epic. Bizarrely, a dildo is the item to select.

The Depressed Viper desperately wanted a condom that they liked to experiment on. It would have been a different approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Viper, who considered that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a condom being the thing selected.