Her Fat Artist

Her Fat Artist often carried a dildo to try to balance on their head. One might say this is a curious undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was magnificent. Honestly, a dildo is the item to choose.

Her Fat Artist desired a pint of cider that they liked to throw. One might consider this to be a funny action, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a pint of cider being the thing selected.

Her Fat Artist found a little monkey that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. This could be considered an extraordinary proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who considered it would be spectacular. Who would have thought, a little monkey was the chosen item.

Her Fat Artist desperately looked for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes hug. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken being the thing selected.

Her Fat Artist needed a dildo that they liked to put down their trousers. This might appear to be a fairly bizarre approach to life, to many, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a dildo would be the item that was selected.

Her Fat Artist needed a ball that they sometimes experiment on. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is breathtaking. Strangely, a ball being the item selected.