My Fucking Hedgehog

My Fucking Hedgehog always kept a bag of poop that they sometimes smash. This seems to be an astonishing thing to do, to most, but not to the Hedgehog, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Hedgehog always kept a mug that they liked to sit and look at. One might find this to be a curious exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who felt that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a mug being the item selected.

My Fucking Hedgehog had a CD player to break. One might consider this to be an odd approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who expected that this idea was amazing. A CD player would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Hedgehog often carried a tomato that they liked to demolish. One might say this is a bizarre suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Hedgehog, who felt that this idea was out of this world. A tomato being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Hedgehog searched for a CD player that they would often annihilate One might consider this to be an astonishing thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who expected it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a CD player is the item to choose.

My Fucking Hedgehog desperately wanted a pen that they would put down their trousers. One might find this to be a new operation, to me and my children, but not to the Hedgehog, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Strangely, a pen is the item to opt for.