My Purple Jerk

My Purple Jerk always carried a CD player that they would sit and look at. This seems to be a bizarre action, to me and my wife, but not to the Jerk, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a CD player was the item that was selected.

My Purple Jerk desperately looked for a bag of flour that they sometimes hug. It should be an odd thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it would be stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour being the thing selected.

My Purple Jerk looked for a can of coke that they liked to drop. This is certainly a fairly different exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Jerk, who thinks it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a can of coke was the chosen thing.

My Purple Jerk always kept a mug that they liked to put down their trousers. It might be a weird and wonderful activity, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who thought that the idea was wonderful. A mug would be the item that was opted for.

My Purple Jerk desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It would be a curious thing to do, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who expected that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon is the thing to select.

My Purple Jerk wanted a CD player that they liked to worship. This could be considered a fairly strange activity, to me, but not to the Jerk, who expected that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a CD player being the item selected.