Her Fucking Monster

Her Fucking Monster desperately wanted a crown that they would sometimes throw. This is certainly an original approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who thinks that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a crown was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Monster often carried a set of lego that they liked to experiment on. This is certainly a new thought, to me, but not to the Monster, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a set of lego is the thing to choose.

Her Fucking Monster looked for a set square that they liked to eat. It would be an exciting activity, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a set square would be the item that was opted for.

Her Fucking Monster desperately desired a can of Tango that they would occasionally break. This seems a weird exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who thought that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a can of Tango of all things.

Her Fucking Monster desperately looked for a wig to break. This seems a fairly peculiar thought, to most, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was fun. Remarkably, a wig being the item opted for.

Her Fucking Monster always kept a melon that they would often try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a fairly funny undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a melon would be the chosen thing.