My Fucking Monkey

My Fucking Monkey had a pen that they sometimes insert somewhere. This seems an original suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Monkey, who assumed it was magnificent. A pen is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Monkey owned a stapler that they would often throw. This is certainly a fairly astonishing proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Monkey, who thought that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a stapler is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Monkey found a spade to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Monkey, who felt that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a spade being the item selected.

My Fucking Monkey desperately looked for a stapler to eat. It might have been a fairly different exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Monkey, who considered it would be out of this world. Remarkably, a stapler being the thing selected.

My Fucking Monkey searched for a pint of cider that they would sometimes embrace. It might have been an exciting exercise, to most, but not to the Monkey, who expected it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.

My Fucking Monkey craved for a tomato that they would sometimes cuddle. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to my children, but not to the Monkey, who thinks it was out of this world. Bizarrely, a tomato having that done to it