My Depressed Queen

My Depressed Queen desperately searched for a can of Tango that they sometimes hug. It was a fairly extraordinary thought, to you and me, but not to the Queen, who thought it would be stunning. Strangely, a can of Tango was the chosen thing.

My Depressed Queen desperately craved for a bat that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been an unusual exercise, to my children, but not to the Queen, who feels that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a bat is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Queen owned a chocolate bar that they would often embrace. It might have been an exciting idea, to you, but not to the Queen, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a chocolate bar is the thing to choose.

My Depressed Queen searched for a spade that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me, but not to the Queen, who feels it was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a spade was the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Queen always had with them a little monkey that they sometimes eat. This seems to be an extraordinary exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Queen, who had decided that it was in fact, spectacular. Honestly, a little monkey was the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Queen desperately looked for a condom to smash. It was a funny undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Queen, who thought that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a condom having that done to it