A Fucking Reindeer

A Fucking Reindeer owned a toilet brush that they would often eat. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Reindeer, who thought it would be entertaining. A toilet brush is the thing to select.

A Fucking Reindeer found a painting of a melon that they would often smash. It was considered to be a new proposal, to my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that it was in fact, spectacular. Remarkably, a painting of a melon is the item to opt for.

A Fucking Reindeer often carried a can of Tango that they liked to play with. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed it was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango of all things.

A Fucking Reindeer desperately desired a ball to cuddle. This might appear to be a new undertaking, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who thought that this idea was spectacular. A ball is the item to select.

A Fucking Reindeer owned a can of Dr Pepper to annihilate It might be a fairly original operation, to my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was opted for.

A Fucking Reindeer desperately desired a bottle of wine that they liked to sit and look at. One might find this to be a weird thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a bottle of wine of all things.