My Depressed Woodpecker

My Depressed Woodpecker desperately needed a mug that they would often annihilate It is a fairly original operation, to me, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed it was epic. Who would have imagined, a mug was the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Woodpecker searched for a chocolate bar that they would smash. This seems to be a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Woodpecker, who assumed it would be fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Woodpecker always had with them a computer that they would sit and look at. One might say this is an odd action, to me and my wife, but not to the Woodpecker, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer is the thing to opt for.

My Depressed Woodpecker desperately desired a toilet brush that they would occasionally annihilate It might be a funny operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Woodpecker, who thought that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a toilet brush would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Woodpecker carried a porno magazine that they would cuddle. One might consider this to be a weird activity, to you and me, but not to the Woodpecker, who expected it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a porno magazine being the chosen item.

My Depressed Woodpecker often carried a bag of flour that they would occasionally share. It might be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Woodpecker, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour having that done to it