Her Fucking Woodpecker

Her Fucking Woodpecker searched for a custard pie that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly peculiar proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Woodpecker, who felt it would be exciting. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the item chosen.

Her Fucking Woodpecker always carried a lava lamp that they would sometimes embrace. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thought, to my mum, but not to the Woodpecker, who considered that it was in fact, simply life. Remarkably, a lava lamp being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Woodpecker desperately wanted a wig that they would often share. It would be a fairly funny action, to many, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a wig is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Woodpecker desperately looked for a melon that they would sometimes break. It was considered to be a funny thought, to me, but not to the Woodpecker, who thinks it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a melon is the item to choose.

Her Fucking Woodpecker always carried a big sponge that they would sometimes put up their bum. It is a fairly new thing to do, to most, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge was the thing that was selected.

Her Fucking Woodpecker needed a crown that they would sometimes sleep with. It is a fairly weird approach to life, to most, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown is the thing that was chosen.