The Fucking Giraffe

The Fucking Giraffe desperately searched for a pen that they would occasionally worship. This is certainly a fairly odd proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Giraffe, who considered it was fun. Remarkably, a pen is the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Giraffe looked for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This might appear to be a strange exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Giraffe, who feels that this idea was magnificent. Honestly, a sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Giraffe desperately craved for a ball that they liked to share. One might find this to be an original operation, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. A ball is the thing to select.

The Fucking Giraffe looked for a custard pie that they liked to demolish. This could be considered an extraordinary exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Giraffe, who expected that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Giraffe wanted a custard pie that they would sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary action, to some, but not to the Giraffe, who considered that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a custard pie of all things.

The Fucking Giraffe desperately needed a stretchman that they would demolish. It was considered to be a strange suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that the idea was awesome. Honestly, a stretchman being the item opted for.