My Fat Martian

My Fat Martian desperately searched for a custard pie that they liked to play with. It would have been a fairly curious idea, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

My Fat Martian needed a porno magazine that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It is a somewhat surprising thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thought it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a porno magazine was the item that was chosen.

My Fat Martian desired a stretchman that they would sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen thing.

My Fat Martian desired a bag of flour that they would occasionally sleep with. It should have been a fairly odd undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was epic. Strangely, a bag of flour being the chosen item.

My Fat Martian desperately wanted a computer to rub on his belly. This might appear to be a fairly weird activity, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a computer being the item selected.

My Fat Martian looked for a pint of beer that they would rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a different activity, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a pint of beer is the thing that was chosen.