His Fucking Artist

His Fucking Artist desperately looked for a melon that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly original operation, to you, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was fun. Bizarrely, a melon having that done to it

His Fucking Artist had a bat to play with. It might have been an exciting thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a bat would be the item chosen.

His Fucking Artist searched for a magic 8 ball that they would smash. It might be an unusual exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a magic 8 ball would be the item that was selected.

His Fucking Artist always had with them a tomato that they would occasionally hug. One might find this to be a fairly strange thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who had decided it would be fun. Who would have thought, a tomato of all things.

His Fucking Artist desperately desired a custard pie that they would occasionally demolish. One might say this is a surprising suggestion, to many, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was awesome. Honestly, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.

His Fucking Artist craved for a radiator that they would sometimes demolish. It would have been a funny proposal, to most, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have imagined, a radiator would be the item that was chosen.