Her Fucking Reindeer

Her Fucking Reindeer needed a ball that they would often embrace. It should be a fairly astonishing exercise, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a ball is the thing to opt for.

Her Fucking Reindeer desperately craved for a teapot to worship. This seems to be a fairly exciting proposal, to you, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Reindeer always kept a bag of poop that they would sometimes hug. It was a funny idea, to many, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that this idea was sublime. Strangely, a bag of poop was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Reindeer always had with them a cheese grater that they would occasionally throw. One might find this to be an odd thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Reindeer, who feels it was epic. Strangely, a cheese grater was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Reindeer always had with them a crown that they would sometimes put on his head. This seems a fairly surprising exercise, to my children, but not to the Reindeer, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a crown of all things.

Her Fucking Reindeer looked for a tomato that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been an astonishing proposal, to most, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a tomato being the chosen thing.