My Depressed Bird

My Depressed Bird craved for a custard pie that they would put down their trousers. It would be a fairly funny operation, to me, but not to the Bird, who considered it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a custard pie is the thing to select.

My Depressed Bird wanted a toilet brush that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be an unusual undertaking, to you, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. Who would have thought, a toilet brush was the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Bird desperately searched for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally worship. It was considered to be an unusual thought, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who thinks that this idea is wonderous. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke is the item to choose.

My Depressed Bird desperately looked for a stretchman that they liked to sleep with. This could be considered a fairly different proposal, to my children, but not to the Bird, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a stretchman is the item to select.

My Depressed Bird desperately needed a radiator that they would often smash. It is a new action, to some, but not to the Bird, who felt it was miraculous. A radiator was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Bird carried a little monkey that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might say this is an original activity, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who considered it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey is the thing to select.