My Fucking Bird

My Fucking Bird owned a pint of cider that they would sometimes sleep with. It is a surprising operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bird, who expected it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Bird often carried a sword that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a weird proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bird, who assumed that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Bird always kept a pint of beer that they would often sit and look at. It would be a fairly new proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who felt that this idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a pint of beer would be the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Bird carried a spade that they would occasionally sleep with. It was an astonishing approach to life, to some, but not to the Bird, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a spade was the chosen item.

My Fucking Bird looked for a set of lego that they sometimes experiment on. This seems to be a fairly weird operation, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who feels that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a set of lego is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Bird looked for a big sponge that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might say this is a fairly odd undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Bird, who felt it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a big sponge was the item that was selected.