Her Fucking Builder

Her Fucking Builder desperately needed a pint of beer that they liked to put on his head. One might say this is an astonishing undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Builder, who expected that it was in fact, amazing. A pint of beer would be the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Builder desperately looked for a lava lamp that they sometimes put up their bum. It was a fairly different thought, to my mum, but not to the Builder, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. Strangely, a lava lamp is the item to select.

Her Fucking Builder craved for a ball that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This is certainly a weird action, to most, but not to the Builder, who considered that this idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a ball being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Builder had a set square to try to nail to the wall. It might be a bizarre exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Builder, who felt it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a set square would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Builder desperately craved for a vibrator that they would sometimes worship. It would have been a fairly different undertaking, to most, but not to the Builder, who assumed that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a vibrator is the item to choose.

Her Fucking Builder always carried a lava lamp that they would play with. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary idea, to my dad, but not to the Builder, who felt that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a lava lamp having that done to it