My Depressed Baboon wanted a Harry Potter wand that they would often insert somewhere. This might appear to be an exciting undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A Harry Potter wand would be the thing that was chosen.
My Depressed Baboon needed a rubber chicken that they would occasionally experiment on. It might have been an exciting operation, to my grandma, but not to the Baboon, who expected that it was in fact, simply life. A rubber chicken was the thing that was selected.
My Depressed Baboon wanted a rubber johnny to worship. It might be a weird and wonderful exercise, to my mum, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that this idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny would be the chosen thing.
My Depressed Baboon had a magic 8 ball to rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly funny proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Baboon, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball is the thing to choose.
My Depressed Baboon found a CD player that they would occasionally eat. This seems an unusual suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Baboon, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the thing that was chosen.
My Depressed Baboon craved for a bottle of beer that they liked to demolish. It is considered to be a fairly funny undertaking, to some, but not to the Baboon, who thinks it was wonderful. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer is the item to choose.