His Depressed Nerd

His Depressed Nerd needed a can of coke that they would put up their bum. It should have been a fairly new operation, to most, but not to the Nerd, who had decided that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a can of coke was the item that was selected.

His Depressed Nerd needed a porno magazine that they would occasionally sleep with. It should be an exciting proposal, to many, but not to the Nerd, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a porno magazine was the item that was opted for.

His Depressed Nerd desperately needed a ball that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It is considered to be a curious idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Nerd, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. A ball was the chosen item.

His Depressed Nerd wanted a pint of cider that they would sometimes drop. It would be a new idea, to most, but not to the Nerd, who felt that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider is the item to choose.

His Depressed Nerd often carried a custard pie that they would often smash. It was considered to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to you, but not to the Nerd, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the thing to opt for.

His Depressed Nerd always carried a can of coke that they would worship. This seems to be a bizarre exercise, to my mum, but not to the Nerd, who had decided that this idea is fun. Strangely, a can of coke would be the chosen thing.