Their Special Dildo

Their Special Dildo desperately craved for a pen that they would sometimes play with. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Dildo, who expected it would be wonderful. Bizarrely, a pen is the thing to opt for.

Their Special Dildo desperately wanted a wig that they would often put up their bum. It was a fairly peculiar undertaking, to my children, but not to the Dildo, who assumed it was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a wig was the thing that was chosen.

Their Special Dildo owned a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly weird approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Dildo, who thought it was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper would be the chosen thing.

Their Special Dildo carried a helmet that they would often worship. It would be a fairly original undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Dildo, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a helmet would be the thing that was selected.

Their Special Dildo searched for a teapot that they would occasionally embrace. It was a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Dildo, who considered that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a teapot would be the chosen thing.

Their Special Dildo often carried a custard pie that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a fairly original exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Dildo, who feels that this idea is miraculous. Honestly, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.