My Naughty Newt

My Naughty Newt wanted a spade that they would often demolish. It was a fairly strange idea, to my dad, but not to the Newt, who assumed it was exciting. Honestly, a spade was the chosen thing.

My Naughty Newt desperately searched for a custard pie that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It was a different approach to life, to you, but not to the Newt, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a custard pie having that done to it

My Naughty Newt searched for a condom that they would insert somewhere. It might have been a weird and wonderful suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Newt, who considered that the idea was stunning. Honestly, a condom is the thing to select.

My Naughty Newt searched for a condom to play with. This seems to be a fairly peculiar proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Newt, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a condom is the thing to select.

My Naughty Newt desperately craved for a dildo that they would often put in the bath with him. It should be an original action, to my children, but not to the Newt, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a dildo being the item opted for.

My Naughty Newt carried a pen that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might be a fairly original suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Newt, who expected it would be out of this world. Strangely, a pen was the chosen item.