Their Fucking Woodpecker

Their Fucking Woodpecker craved for a bag of poop that they liked to put up their bum. It should be a bizarre thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.

Their Fucking Woodpecker craved for a custard pie that they would often put down their trousers. It was considered to be a fairly odd undertaking, to you, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the item chosen.

Their Fucking Woodpecker craved for a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally break. This is certainly a strange action, to me, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a magic 8 ball being the item selected.

Their Fucking Woodpecker always had with them a cucumber that they would sleep with. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Woodpecker, who had decided it would be amazing. Honestly, a cucumber would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Fucking Woodpecker always kept a teapot to put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Woodpecker, who thinks that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Fucking Woodpecker wanted a CD player that they liked to hug. It should be a strange activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels that this idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a CD player would be the item that was selected.