My Talented Jerk

My Talented Jerk desperately looked for a sponge that they would often smash. It would be an original thought, to my grandma, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that it was in fact, breathtaking. A sponge would be the item chosen.

My Talented Jerk craved for a big sponge that they would hug. It would have been a weird proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that it was in fact, stunning. Strangely, a big sponge was the thing that was chosen.

My Talented Jerk desperately searched for a pint of beer that they would put in the bath with him. It would have been a fairly astonishing undertaking, to most, but not to the Jerk, who considered that this idea is exciting. A pint of beer is the item to select.

My Talented Jerk often carried a block of cheese that they would occasionally hug. One might find this to be an extraordinary thing to do, to me, but not to the Jerk, who thought that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese was the item that was chosen.

My Talented Jerk often carried a bag of poop that they sometimes demolish. One might say this is an extraordinary approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop was the thing that was chosen.

My Talented Jerk desperately looked for a CD player that they would drop. It should have been an original activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Jerk, who considered it was epic. Remarkably, a CD player would be the item that was selected.