Her Fucking Pigeon

Her Fucking Pigeon craved for a cup that they would sometimes put up their bum. It might be an astonishing thought, to me, but not to the Pigeon, who thought it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a cup being the chosen item.

Her Fucking Pigeon often carried a bottle of wine that they sometimes hug. This could be considered a weird and wonderful undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the item to select.

Her Fucking Pigeon looked for a vibrator that they would eat. It should have been a fairly strange proposal, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a vibrator being the item opted for.

Her Fucking Pigeon desperately wanted a teapot to try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot being the item selected.

Her Fucking Pigeon carried a mug that they would often worship. It was considered to be a fairly odd thought, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a mug would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Pigeon needed a spade that they sometimes put up their bum. It was considered to be a curious approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it was sublime. Remarkably, a spade would be the item chosen.