Fucking Poodle

Fucking Poodle owned a mug that they would often sit and look at. It should be a fairly new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug was the item that was opted for.

Fucking Poodle owned a custard pie that they would drop. It was a fairly peculiar activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Poodle, who thought it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie would be the item chosen.

Fucking Poodle owned a mug that they would sometimes drop. It should be a fairly original approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had decided that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a mug was the thing that was chosen.

Fucking Poodle always kept a spade that they would sometimes worship. This might appear to be a funny approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Poodle, who considered that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a spade was the item that was opted for.

Fucking Poodle desperately looked for a pencil sharpener that they would demolish. It is considered to be a fairly funny thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. A pencil sharpener was the item that was selected.

Fucking Poodle desperately desired a can of coke that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems to be a peculiar thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Poodle, who feels that this idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke is the item that was chosen.