Her Retarded Worm

Her Retarded Worm desperately needed a pint of cider that they would often sleep with. This might appear to be a funny operation, to you, but not to the Worm, who thinks it was fun. Honestly, a pint of cider having that done to it

Her Retarded Worm desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would often break. One might consider this to be a fairly odd idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Worm, who considered that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a bag of poop was the chosen thing.

Her Retarded Worm carried a bag of poop that they would throw. It would have been a fairly exciting activity, to my grandma, but not to the Worm, who thinks that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop was the chosen thing.

Her Retarded Worm needed a painting of a melon to put up their bum. One might consider this to be a curious exercise, to most, but not to the Worm, who had decided it was fun. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the item that was selected.

Her Retarded Worm always kept a custard pie that they liked to break. It should be a fairly strange operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

Her Retarded Worm searched for a pencil sharpener to demolish. It was considered to be a fairly strange thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was opted for.