The Fucking Monster

The Fucking Monster desperately desired a chocolate bar that they would often try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a different thing to do, to some, but not to the Monster, who feels it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar of all things.

The Fucking Monster searched for a bottle of wine to try to balance on their head. It should be a surprising idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who thought it was entertaining. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Monster owned a bottle of beer that they would often sleep with. This seems to be a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who considered it was magnificent. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer being the thing selected.

The Fucking Monster craved for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It might have been an odd action, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Monster desperately searched for a set of lego that they sometimes sit and look at. It might be a fairly exciting approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. Remarkably, a set of lego being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Monster had a magic 8 ball that they liked to put in the bath with him. It is considered to be a new suggestion, to me, but not to the Monster, who feels it would be stunning. Honestly, a magic 8 ball of all things.