My Tired Martian

My Tired Martian had a pint of beer that they sometimes sleep with. It might have been a fairly astonishing proposal, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of beer is the item to opt for.

My Tired Martian desperately looked for a wig that they liked to rub on his belly. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea was entertaining. Strangely, a wig was the thing that was opted for.

My Tired Martian searched for a block of cheese that they would occasionally put on his head. This seems a fairly funny idea, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, wonderous. Remarkably, a block of cheese was the thing that was opted for.

My Tired Martian searched for a dildo to put up their bum. It was an original operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who expected it was simply life. Who would have imagined, a dildo was the item that was opted for.

My Tired Martian wanted a ball that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be an unusual operation, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was fun. Strangely, a ball was the chosen thing.

My Tired Martian looked for a set square that they would occasionally worship. One might say this is a peculiar thought, to me, but not to the Martian, who feels it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a set square being the item selected.