The Fucking Woodpecker

The Fucking Woodpecker owned a bag of flour that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might say this is a somewhat surprising suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought that this idea is fun. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Woodpecker desperately searched for a can of Dr Pepper that they would try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an odd exercise, to you and me, but not to the Woodpecker, who thinks that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to opt for.

The Fucking Woodpecker carried a painting of a melon that they would often annihilate One might consider this to be a peculiar undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Woodpecker always carried a sword that they would occasionally insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a sword was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Woodpecker found a cheese grater to break. It was a fairly weird suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a cheese grater was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Woodpecker always carried a cup that they would sit and look at. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Woodpecker, who had decided that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a cup being the thing selected.