Their Angry Artist

Their Angry Artist often carried a bag of flour to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a new exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

Their Angry Artist desperately searched for a teapot that they would often cuddle. It should have been a fairly astonishing undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderful. Honestly, a teapot is the item to choose.

Their Angry Artist desperately looked for a porno magazine that they sometimes embrace. It might have been a strange thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a porno magazine is the thing to select.

Their Angry Artist desired a toilet brush that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems to be an exciting thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who thinks that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush was the thing that was selected.

Their Angry Artist owned a radiator to rub on his belly. This seems a weird and wonderful operation, to many, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Strangely, a radiator would be the item that was selected.

Their Angry Artist desperately looked for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally hug. This could be considered a fairly astonishing approach to life, to many, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is epic. Strangely, a rubber johnny would be the chosen thing.