My Troubled Bird

My Troubled Bird wanted a bottle of coke that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly strange undertaking, to me, but not to the Bird, who expected that this idea is awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the chosen item.

My Troubled Bird wanted a pen that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This is certainly an unusual suggestion, to my children, but not to the Bird, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the thing that was selected.

My Troubled Bird desperately craved for a hat that they would often try to nail to the wall. It is a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Bird, who considered that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have imagined, a hat would be the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Bird desperately desired a dildo that they liked to experiment on. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to you and me, but not to the Bird, who had decided it was fun. Who would have imagined, a dildo is the item to choose.

My Troubled Bird owned a set square that they would often put on his head. It would have been a somewhat surprising operation, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who considered that this idea is sublime. Remarkably, a set square was the item that was chosen.

My Troubled Bird wanted a radiator that they liked to put up their bum. This is certainly an odd approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Bird, who thought it was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator is the thing to opt for.