My Fucking Jerk

My Fucking Jerk desperately wanted a set square that they liked to cuddle. One might say this is a surprising activity, to me, but not to the Jerk, who had come to the conclusion it was fun. Who would have thought, a set square was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Jerk needed a teapot that they would occasionally demolish. It should be an original idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a teapot would be the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Jerk always carried a pencil sharpener to annihilate This seems an astonishing exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Jerk, who assumed it would be wonderful. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

My Fucking Jerk had a radiator that they liked to put in the bath with him. One might say this is a somewhat surprising thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Jerk, who feels it was miraculous. Bizarrely, a radiator would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Jerk often carried a cup that they liked to embrace. It would be an original thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it was awe-inspring. A cup would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Jerk had a sack of potatoes that they liked to insert somewhere. It is a fairly surprising operation, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who feels it was wonderful. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes is the thing to select.