Their Retarded Artist

Their Retarded Artist found a wig that they would sometimes eat. It would be a fairly new activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a wig would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Retarded Artist desperately wanted a dildo that they would throw. It should be a somewhat surprising proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that it was in fact, epic. You wouldnt have thought, a dildo being the item selected.

Their Retarded Artist always kept a big sponge that they would occasionally break. One might say this is a strange approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who considered it would be awesome. Bizarrely, a big sponge of all things.

Their Retarded Artist carried a rubber johnny that they sometimes share. This is certainly a fairly surprising undertaking, to you, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny having that done to it

Their Retarded Artist desperately wanted a wig that they would often demolish. It might have been a curious operation, to me, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig was the thing that was selected.

Their Retarded Artist always had with them a bag of poop to worship. It might have been an original thing to do, to my children, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the item that was chosen.