Her Fat Ogre

Her Fat Ogre desired a pint of beer that they would often throw. It should be a surprising thought, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that this idea is entertaining. Honestly, a pint of beer would be the item chosen.

Her Fat Ogre found a helmet to smash. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful operation, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who felt that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a helmet was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fat Ogre searched for a big sponge that they sometimes sleep with. This could be considered an extraordinary undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a big sponge having that done to it

Her Fat Ogre found a little monkey that they liked to sit and look at. It might have been a peculiar approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who thought it would be sublime. Who would have imagined, a little monkey was the thing that was chosen.

Her Fat Ogre always kept a hat that they sometimes put up their bum. It might have been a bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a hat is the item to choose.

Her Fat Ogre craved for a porno magazine that they would sometimes eat. This could be considered a fairly new exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was spectacular. Strangely, a porno magazine would be the thing that was chosen.