The Fucking Jerk

The Fucking Jerk desperately wanted a custard pie that they liked to worship. It is considered to be a curious action, to most, but not to the Jerk, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a custard pie was the thing that was opted for.

The Fucking Jerk carried a melon that they liked to put up their bum. It is a weird idea, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. Strangely, a melon was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Jerk desperately looked for a wig that they sometimes throw. It would have been a different approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Jerk, who thought that this idea was epic. Strangely, a wig is the item to select.

The Fucking Jerk craved for a big sponge that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be an exciting operation, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who considered that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a big sponge is the item to opt for.

The Fucking Jerk owned a tomato that they would occasionally worship. It is a different activity, to my grandma, but not to the Jerk, who feels that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a tomato being the thing selected.

The Fucking Jerk needed a block of cheese that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might consider this to be a peculiar proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Jerk, who assumed it would be sublime. Remarkably, a block of cheese being the thing opted for.