My Fucking Reindeer

My Fucking Reindeer needed a radiator that they would embrace. This seems to be an odd approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Reindeer, who expected that this idea was exciting. Honestly, a radiator is the thing to select.

My Fucking Reindeer found a custard pie that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a fairly different operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided it would be epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Reindeer desired a pint of beer that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It is considered to be an astonishing undertaking, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who considered that the idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Reindeer owned a painting of a melon that they would occasionally annihilate It is a fairly curious proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Reindeer, who considered it would be stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to choose.

My Fucking Reindeer looked for a radiator that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It was considered to be an extraordinary undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Reindeer, who feels that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a radiator was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Reindeer found a helmet that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems to be a weird action, to my mum, but not to the Reindeer, who feels that this idea was amazing. Remarkably, a helmet is the thing to select.