My Fucking Reindeer

My Fucking Reindeer always had with them a helmet that they sometimes sit and look at. It might be a curious action, to my neighbour, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided that this idea is fun. Strangely, a helmet would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Reindeer had a big sponge that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly strange thought, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who feels it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge is the thing to select.

My Fucking Reindeer craved for a set of lego that they would often sit and look at. It was a fairly funny approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderful. Honestly, a set of lego was the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Reindeer desperately craved for a porno magazine that they sometimes share. It might be a fairly extraordinary activity, to my mum, but not to the Reindeer, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a porno magazine was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Reindeer had a big sponge that they liked to try to balance on their head. It is a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. A big sponge would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Reindeer desperately craved for a crown that they liked to sit and look at. It should have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to me, but not to the Reindeer, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a crown is the item to choose.