A Fucking Viper

A Fucking Viper searched for a big sponge that they would often play with. It was a fairly strange approach to life, to you, but not to the Viper, who feels that this idea was magnificent. A big sponge would be the item chosen.

A Fucking Viper often carried a mug that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might find this to be a bizarre activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Viper, who had decided that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a mug is the thing to choose.

A Fucking Viper desperately wanted a cheese grater that they liked to demolish. One might find this to be a fairly weird thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Viper, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a cheese grater would be the item that was chosen.

A Fucking Viper carried a bag of poop that they would occasionally cuddle. It would be an astonishing activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Viper, who thought it was sublime. Honestly, a bag of poop is the thing to opt for.

A Fucking Viper wanted a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my husband, but not to the Viper, who had decided that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener is the item that was chosen.

A Fucking Viper desperately craved for a wig that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a peculiar suggestion, to most, but not to the Viper, who felt that the idea was miraculous. A wig was the chosen thing.