His Fucking Sparrow

His Fucking Sparrow looked for a sword to eat. One might consider this to be a fairly strange thought, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion it would be sublime. Strangely, a sword would be the chosen thing.

His Fucking Sparrow desperately looked for a toilet brush that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush was the thing that was chosen.

His Fucking Sparrow searched for a bag of flour that they liked to sleep with. This might appear to be a fairly funny thought, to most, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks it was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a bag of flour was the thing that was chosen.

His Fucking Sparrow carried a can of coke that they liked to drop. It might be a fairly weird undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a can of coke would be the chosen thing.

His Fucking Sparrow desperately searched for a cucumber that they liked to share. This might appear to be an unusual proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a cucumber being the item opted for.

His Fucking Sparrow found a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to try to balance on their head. It was an odd operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed it was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing selected.