Her Fucking Ogre

Her Fucking Ogre always had with them a spade that they liked to put on his head. It was considered to be a funny operation, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a spade being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Ogre found a mug that they would eat. It would be a peculiar action, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who thought that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a mug is the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Ogre desperately searched for a stapler that they sometimes drop. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to many, but not to the Ogre, who feels that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have imagined, a stapler was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Ogre desired a helmet that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a surprising proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderous. Remarkably, a helmet having that done to it

Her Fucking Ogre wanted a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally put down their trousers. This might appear to be a fairly funny thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be entertaining. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Ogre craved for a bottle of beer that they would sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly surprising idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A bottle of beer is the item to select.