My Fucking Servant

My Fucking Servant wanted a dildo that they would occasionally smash. It would be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to me, but not to the Servant, who expected it would be sublime. Who would have imagined, a dildo being the chosen item.

My Fucking Servant desperately wanted a pencil sharpener that they would break. It might be an odd exercise, to you, but not to the Servant, who thinks that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Servant needed a painting of a melon that they would sometimes demolish. It might be a peculiar suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Servant, who felt that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a painting of a melon was the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Servant desperately craved for a CD player that they would often worship. This could be considered a funny approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Servant, who thought that this idea is the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a CD player would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Servant found a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly curious thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Servant, who expected it was wonderful. Honestly, a sack of potatoes being the item opted for.

My Fucking Servant desperately looked for a pint of cider that they liked to sit and look at. It would have been a curious thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Servant, who expected that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.