My Depressed Builder

My Depressed Builder desperately searched for a rubber chicken that they would often experiment on. This might appear to be a fairly strange idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Builder, who feels it would be awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

My Depressed Builder desperately looked for a dildo that they would smash. One might say this is a weird activity, to my mum, but not to the Builder, who expected it was sublime. Bizarrely, a dildo being the chosen item.

My Depressed Builder searched for a block of cheese that they sometimes sleep with. This seems a fairly original proposal, to my dad, but not to the Builder, who had decided it would be spectacular. Remarkably, a block of cheese was the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Builder desperately looked for a CD player to worship. This is certainly a surprising approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Builder, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a CD player would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Builder had a pint of beer that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly extraordinary operation, to you and me, but not to the Builder, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer is the item to select.

My Depressed Builder needed a bag of flour to insert somewhere. It was a fairly extraordinary activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Builder, who considered that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the thing that was opted for.