Her Fucking Unicorn

Her Fucking Unicorn desperately needed a vibrator that they would sometimes hug. One might say this is a curious operation, to me, but not to the Unicorn, who considered that the idea was spectacular. A vibrator was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Unicorn desperately wanted a piece of paper to annihilate It would have been a surprising undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, magnificent. Remarkably, a piece of paper would be the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Unicorn desperately desired a sword that they would often put on his head. It would be a fairly curious undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Unicorn, who expected that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a sword is the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Unicorn desperately looked for a sword that they sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly a strange undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who feels it was wonderous. Honestly, a sword having that done to it

Her Fucking Unicorn searched for a set of lego that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be a strange thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks it would be miraculous. Honestly, a set of lego would be the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Unicorn wanted a condom that they would sometimes throw. It should be a fairly peculiar action, to my grandma, but not to the Unicorn, who feels that this idea is awesome. Who would have thought, a condom being the chosen thing.