Her Fucking Martian

Her Fucking Martian desperately desired a rubber johnny that they would often sit and look at. It would have been a weird operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. Honestly, a rubber johnny is the thing to choose.

Her Fucking Martian owned a little monkey to drop. This seems a fairly curious suggestion, to you, but not to the Martian, who feels it would be miraculous. Who would have thought, a little monkey would be the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Martian desired a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly an unusual exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener of all things.

Her Fucking Martian craved for a stretchman to break. It might have been a fairly different operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a stretchman is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Martian searched for a mug that they sometimes put up their bum. It was considered to be a strange approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a mug is the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Martian desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they would often demolish. It should be a fairly strange suggestion, to my children, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea is wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was opted for.