Their Fucking Aftab

Their Fucking Aftab always had with them a cheese grater that they liked to experiment on. It might be an odd thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a cheese grater would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Aftab always carried a rubber chicken that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a weird and wonderful activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who considered that the idea was exciting. A rubber chicken would be the thing that was selected.

Their Fucking Aftab carried a tomato that they would occasionally share. It might have been an exciting operation, to some, but not to the Aftab, who expected that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a tomato is the item to select.

Their Fucking Aftab wanted a helmet that they would occasionally experiment on. It might be a curious exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Aftab, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.

Their Fucking Aftab desperately desired a bottle of beer to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a fairly extraordinary activity, to me, but not to the Aftab, who feels that it was in fact, spectacular. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Aftab desperately looked for a pint of cider to insert somewhere. It was a fairly curious exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who considered that the idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a pint of cider having that done to it