His Fucking Worm

His Fucking Worm carried a melon that they liked to sit and look at. One might consider this to be a different activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who felt that this idea is breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a melon is the item to select.

His Fucking Worm wanted a pint of beer to play with. This seems a fairly curious thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Worm, who considered that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a pint of beer is the thing to choose.

His Fucking Worm always kept a CD player to break. This seems an astonishing operation, to my children, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a CD player was the thing that was chosen.

His Fucking Worm looked for a pen to sleep with. It should have been a funny exercise, to many, but not to the Worm, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a pen was the chosen item.

His Fucking Worm desperately wanted a set of lego that they would sometimes drop. It should have been an original approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. A set of lego was the thing that was opted for.

His Fucking Worm desperately craved for a wig that they would cuddle. This seems to be an odd idea, to me, but not to the Worm, who had decided that this idea is entertaining. A wig is the item to choose.