Her Purple Troll

Her Purple Troll carried a bottle of beer that they would put down their trousers. It should be a fairly new thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Troll, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer is the item to select.

Her Purple Troll desperately searched for a condom that they would occasionally share. This might appear to be a fairly unusual activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thinks it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a condom was the chosen item.

Her Purple Troll always had with them a tomato that they sometimes worship. It might be a peculiar operation, to me, but not to the Troll, who thought that this idea is fun. Strangely, a tomato was the item that was opted for.

Her Purple Troll desired a hat that they liked to throw. It was a fairly extraordinary exercise, to some, but not to the Troll, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. A hat being the chosen thing.

Her Purple Troll searched for a pen that they would cuddle. It was a weird action, to many, but not to the Troll, who expected it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a pen would be the thing that was selected.

Her Purple Troll always had with them a block of cheese that they would put down their trousers. It might be a bizarre activity, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a block of cheese is the thing to choose.