My Fucking Worm

My Fucking Worm desperately needed a toilet brush that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should be a bizarre suggestion, to my children, but not to the Worm, who feels it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Worm often carried a can of Tango that they would sometimes break. It would have been a weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Worm, who expected it would be awesome. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Worm desperately needed a radiator that they would rub on his belly. This seems a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Worm, who considered that this idea was simply life. Honestly, a radiator is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Worm desperately desired a pint of cider that they would often annihilate One might say this is a fairly bizarre undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion it was epic. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Worm wanted a porno magazine to sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly new thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Worm, who thinks that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a porno magazine was the chosen thing.

My Fucking Worm desperately wanted a set of lego that they would sometimes hug. This seems to be a curious action, to most, but not to the Worm, who feels that it was in fact, spectacular. Strangely, a set of lego was the chosen thing.