A Depressed Artist

A Depressed Artist desperately needed a dildo that they would sometimes cuddle. It was a fairly surprising action, to some, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was spectacular. Honestly, a dildo of all things.

A Depressed Artist always kept a cheese grater that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a curious exercise, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a cheese grater was the thing that was opted for.

A Depressed Artist desperately searched for a pen that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might say this is a weird operation, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a pen was the item that was selected.

A Depressed Artist looked for a stapler that they would put on his head. One might find this to be an odd thought, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea was magnificent. A stapler was the item that was opted for.

A Depressed Artist had a stretchman that they would often sleep with. This seems to be a curious approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman would be the item that was opted for.

A Depressed Artist craved for a custard pie that they would sometimes hug. This seems a fairly different activity, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a custard pie is the thing to choose.