The Fucking Bird

The Fucking Bird searched for a computer that they would sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a strange idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Bird, who felt it would be sublime. A computer was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Bird desperately craved for a piece of paper that they would sometimes cuddle. One might say this is a funny undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Bird, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. A piece of paper would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Bird had a bag of flour that they would put on his head. This might appear to be a bizarre operation, to you and me, but not to the Bird, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Bird always had with them a porno magazine that they would rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly surprising suggestion, to my children, but not to the Bird, who thinks that this idea is stunning. Who would have thought, a porno magazine was the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking Bird always had with them a vibrator that they would sometimes throw. This might appear to be a fairly unusual exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Bird, who thought that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a vibrator being the item opted for.

The Fucking Bird desired a custard pie that they sometimes throw. One might consider this to be a fairly funny approach to life, to some, but not to the Bird, who thinks that it was in fact, magnificent. Honestly, a custard pie being the item opted for.