My Depressed Viper

My Depressed Viper needed a hat that they would sometimes cuddle. It would be a weird and wonderful idea, to my mum, but not to the Viper, who considered that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat was the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Viper often carried a bottle of coke that they liked to embrace. It is a curious exercise, to my mum, but not to the Viper, who felt it would be epic. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke is the item to opt for.

My Depressed Viper owned a teapot to drop. It should have been an odd action, to me and my children, but not to the Viper, who assumed it was epic. Who would have imagined, a teapot of all things.

My Depressed Viper craved for a bag of poop that they would sometimes eat. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Viper, who thinks it was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a bag of poop is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Viper often carried a vibrator that they would occasionally insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to me and my children, but not to the Viper, who considered that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a vibrator would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Viper found a bottle of beer that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to some, but not to the Viper, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a bottle of beer would be the item that was opted for.