My Fucking Pigeon

My Fucking Pigeon desired a teapot that they would throw. It is considered to be a bizarre idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a teapot would be the item that was selected.

My Fucking Pigeon craved for a teapot that they would often sleep with. It might have been a somewhat surprising exercise, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Pigeon desperately craved for a vibrator that they would sometimes play with. It would have been a funny operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a vibrator would be the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Pigeon desperately wanted a CD player that they liked to put down their trousers. It might be a weird and wonderful activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who expected it would be the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a CD player is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Pigeon looked for a custard pie that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might be a fairly peculiar action, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the item chosen.

My Fucking Pigeon desperately needed a tomato that they sometimes demolish. This might appear to be a fairly odd exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it would be epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a tomato being the item selected.