Her Crazy Troll

Her Crazy Troll always kept a CD player that they would occasionally sleep with. It would have been a fairly weird thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a CD player would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Crazy Troll desperately craved for a melon that they sometimes experiment on. It might be an unusual action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a melon was the chosen thing.

Her Crazy Troll desperately wanted a porno magazine that they sometimes cuddle. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a porno magazine would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Crazy Troll needed a can of Tango that they would often smash. It might have been an astonishing proposal, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who considered it would be miraculous. Bizarrely, a can of Tango is the thing that was chosen.

Her Crazy Troll found a bag of poop that they sometimes put up their bum. This might appear to be a different idea, to my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea was fun. Strangely, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

Her Crazy Troll always carried a magic 8 ball that they would put down their trousers. One might say this is a bizarre idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who considered that this idea is exciting. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball was the thing that was selected.