Her Fucking Poodle

Her Fucking Poodle desperately looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to experiment on. It is an extraordinary approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Poodle, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Poodle looked for a tomato that they liked to put up their bum. It should have been a fairly peculiar proposal, to you, but not to the Poodle, who thought it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a tomato is the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Poodle always carried a porno magazine that they sometimes sleep with. It should be a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Poodle, who thought it would be spectacular. A porno magazine is the thing to opt for.

Her Fucking Poodle desperately craved for a cheese grater that they liked to put down their trousers. This could be considered a curious approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Poodle, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a cheese grater being the thing selected.

Her Fucking Poodle carried a wig that they would occasionally worship. It might be a fairly unusual operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea was awesome. A wig would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Poodle wanted a chocolate bar that they would put down their trousers. This seems a fairly new activity, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who thinks it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar would be the item that was opted for.