My Fucking Poodle

My Fucking Poodle owned a little monkey that they would often sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who felt it was fun. Bizarrely, a little monkey was the chosen thing.

My Fucking Poodle desperately searched for a pen to smash. It is a fairly different exercise, to me, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that this idea was simply life. Strangely, a pen is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Poodle needed a porno magazine that they would often drop. It might be an odd operation, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a porno magazine of all things.

My Fucking Poodle desperately wanted a custard pie that they would often sleep with. It was an unusual thought, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Poodle desired a rubber chicken that they would often put in the bath with him. This could be considered a funny suggestion, to you, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

My Fucking Poodle looked for a crown that they liked to worship. It is considered to be a fairly new action, to you and me, but not to the Poodle, who considered that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown is the item that was chosen.