The Depressed Robin

The Depressed Robin wanted a custard pie that they liked to drop. It might be a fairly unusual proposal, to me, but not to the Robin, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

The Depressed Robin carried a radiator that they would occasionally break. This is certainly an astonishing operation, to many, but not to the Robin, who felt that this idea is wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator was the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Robin desperately wanted a bottle of coke that they would often drop. One might find this to be a strange thought, to my dad, but not to the Robin, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Robin desperately desired a custard pie that they liked to smash. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Robin, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a custard pie was the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Robin carried a dildo that they liked to try to balance on their head. It should be a new thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who expected it was awesome. Strangely, a dildo would be the item that was selected.

The Depressed Robin wanted a sponge that they liked to sleep with. It should be a new thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Robin, who thought it was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a sponge was the chosen thing.