My Retarded Martian

My Retarded Martian carried a bottle of coke that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who considered it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the item that was opted for.

My Retarded Martian desired a bag of poop that they would often sit and look at. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to you, but not to the Martian, who felt it was sublime. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Martian craved for a set square that they liked to sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who felt it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a set square is the item to choose.

My Retarded Martian desperately needed a magic 8 ball to put on his head. One might consider this to be a bizarre approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball would be the item that was opted for.

My Retarded Martian craved for a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a fairly strange idea, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand being the item opted for.

My Retarded Martian desperately searched for a spade that they would sleep with. It is an exciting activity, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a spade was the item that was selected.