Her Fucking Robin

Her Fucking Robin craved for a big sponge that they sometimes sit and look at. It should be a different operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Robin, who assumed that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a big sponge being the thing selected.

Her Fucking Robin searched for a tomato that they sometimes demolish. It is considered to be an exciting action, to me, but not to the Robin, who thought that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a tomato is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Robin owned a bag of flour that they liked to drop. This seems a curious action, to most, but not to the Robin, who had decided it was epic. Honestly, a bag of flour was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Robin desperately needed a piece of paper that they would often put on his head. It was considered to be a new thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper is the thing to choose.

Her Fucking Robin searched for a CD player that they sometimes sleep with. It was considered to be an exciting operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Robin, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have imagined, a CD player would be the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Robin desperately wanted a custard pie to drop. It might be a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the chosen thing.