Their Lucky Artist

Their Lucky Artist desired a pint of cider that they would occasionally sleep with. It might have been an exciting undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a pint of cider would be the item that was chosen.

Their Lucky Artist needed a melon to hug. It might have been a fairly unusual activity, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a melon would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Lucky Artist desperately needed a porno magazine that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a peculiar thing to do, to some, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine is the thing to select.

Their Lucky Artist desperately searched for a rubber chicken that they sometimes sit and look at. It might have been a peculiar approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who feels that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a rubber chicken is the thing to opt for.

Their Lucky Artist desperately looked for a cucumber that they would often put down their trousers. This is certainly a fairly odd undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a cucumber is the item to opt for.

Their Lucky Artist desperately craved for a sponge to put down their trousers. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to some, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a sponge would be the item that was selected.