Her Fucking Poodle

Her Fucking Poodle searched for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally sleep with. It is considered to be a fairly surprising idea, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who considered that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar of all things.

Her Fucking Poodle desperately craved for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally sit and look at. It would be an unusual undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who thinks it would be wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke being the thing opted for.

Her Fucking Poodle often carried a pint of beer that they would sometimes embrace. It was a fairly peculiar proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Poodle, who thought that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer would be the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Poodle needed a painting of a melon to drop. It might be a surprising thing to do, to me, but not to the Poodle, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon of all things.

Her Fucking Poodle desperately craved for a computer that they would occasionally play with. It would have been an extraordinary approach to life, to some, but not to the Poodle, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a computer was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Poodle often carried a ball that they would occasionally embrace. It is a fairly unusual exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Poodle, who thought it would be epic. Bizarrely, a ball was the chosen thing.