Their Fucking Snake

Their Fucking Snake needed a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally experiment on. It would have been an astonishing action, to everybody you know, but not to the Snake, who considered that it was in fact, spectacular. Honestly, a sack of potatoes would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Snake always carried a bat that they sometimes share. It is an original operation, to you and me, but not to the Snake, who thought that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a bat would be the item that was selected.

Their Fucking Snake often carried a stapler that they sometimes sleep with. It might have been a fairly astonishing idea, to some, but not to the Snake, who thinks it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a stapler would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Snake desperately searched for a sword to embrace. It should have been a fairly weird suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Snake, who feels that this idea was epic. A sword is the item to opt for.

Their Fucking Snake desperately looked for a hat that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It is a different activity, to my grandma, but not to the Snake, who thought it was fun. Who would have imagined, a hat was the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Snake craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they would often worship. This might appear to be an exciting proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Snake, who had come to the conclusion it was spectacular. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to select.