His Fat Artist

His Fat Artist needed a bottle of coke that they liked to annihilate This might appear to be a fairly odd operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought it was epic. Honestly, a bottle of coke was the chosen item.

His Fat Artist often carried a bag of poop to share. This might appear to be a curious exercise, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be awesome. Honestly, a bag of poop would be the thing that was chosen.

His Fat Artist searched for a stretchman that they would often smash. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is exciting. Who would have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen item.

His Fat Artist had a mug that they liked to put up their bum. One might say this is a new operation, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a mug being the chosen thing.

His Fat Artist looked for a helmet that they would put in the bath with him. This is certainly a strange thought, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. Honestly, a helmet is the thing to select.

His Fat Artist wanted a rubber johnny that they would sometimes break. It was a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was entertaining. A rubber johnny would be the chosen thing.