My Fucking Nerd

My Fucking Nerd carried a bag of poop that they sometimes cuddle. It was considered to be a peculiar action, to me and my children, but not to the Nerd, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of poop being the chosen item.

My Fucking Nerd desperately looked for a cucumber that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a fairly weird suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Nerd, who considered it would be epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Nerd needed a spade that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to many, but not to the Nerd, who feels that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a spade was the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Nerd craved for a can of Tango that they would often rub on his belly. It might have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Nerd, who had decided that this idea is breathtaking. A can of Tango is the item to choose.

My Fucking Nerd wanted a bottle of beer that they would often put on his head. It might be a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Nerd, who feels that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer having that done to it

My Fucking Nerd craved for a pint of beer to insert somewhere. One might find this to be a strange operation, to my children, but not to the Nerd, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. A pint of beer was the thing that was opted for.