Their Fucking Monster

Their Fucking Monster always kept a custard pie that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to many, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Fucking Monster needed a bag of poop that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should have been a surprising approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who assumed that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a bag of poop was the thing that was chosen.

Their Fucking Monster owned a lava lamp that they would often try to balance on their head. It is a fairly different idea, to my children, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a lava lamp being the thing selected.

Their Fucking Monster desperately wanted a bat to try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a weird and wonderful action, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who feels it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a bat being the item selected.

Their Fucking Monster always carried a crown that they liked to experiment on. One might find this to be a curious operation, to my children, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a crown would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Fucking Monster looked for a block of cheese to try to balance on their head. It was a weird and wonderful thought, to my children, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.