My Fucking Bird

My Fucking Bird needed a pint of beer that they would cuddle. It might have been a weird and wonderful activity, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who assumed that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a pint of beer being the item selected.

My Fucking Bird desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would cuddle. One might say this is a peculiar thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Bird, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.

My Fucking Bird had a sponge that they would annihilate This seems to be a peculiar operation, to many, but not to the Bird, who assumed that this idea is fun. Who would have imagined, a sponge was the chosen item.

My Fucking Bird looked for a piece of paper that they would occasionally sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. Honestly, a piece of paper is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Bird craved for a condom that they sometimes put down their trousers. It would be a weird and wonderful suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Bird, who felt it was simply life. Strangely, a condom was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Bird always kept a CD player that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly different proposal, to many, but not to the Bird, who thinks it would be spectacular. Bizarrely, a CD player is the thing to opt for.