The Fucking Builder

The Fucking Builder owned a sack of potatoes that they would often sit and look at. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Builder, who expected that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

The Fucking Builder owned a stretchman that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a weird and wonderful operation, to you and me, but not to the Builder, who had decided that this idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a stretchman was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Builder wanted a can of coke that they sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Builder, who thinks that this idea is miraculous. Bizarrely, a can of coke was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Builder wanted a computer that they sometimes insert somewhere. This could be considered an extraordinary thought, to you and me, but not to the Builder, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a computer was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Builder looked for a dildo that they would often experiment on. One might consider this to be an extraordinary idea, to me and my children, but not to the Builder, who considered it was wonderful. Who would have thought, a dildo being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Builder searched for a set square that they sometimes worship. It is a new operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Builder, who expected it would be out of this world. Remarkably, a set square would be the chosen thing.