My Fucking Aftab

My Fucking Aftab owned a bottle of beer that they would try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly astonishing thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Aftab, who expected that this idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a bottle of beer would be the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Aftab had a Harry Potter wand that they would often put in the bath with him. This could be considered a fairly original suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Aftab, who feels that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Aftab looked for a wig that they would put on his head. It was considered to be an exciting proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Aftab, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a wig would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Aftab looked for a pen that they would often hug. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary activity, to you, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that the idea was stunning. A pen is the thing to select.

My Fucking Aftab needed a can of Dr Pepper to smash. This seems a curious approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Aftab always had with them a radiator to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a curious suggestion, to some, but not to the Aftab, who expected that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a radiator being the item selected.