My Orange Jerk

My Orange Jerk often carried a cup that they would sometimes throw. It was considered to be an unusual action, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who assumed that the idea was exciting. A cup was the thing that was opted for.

My Orange Jerk desperately wanted a crown that they would often demolish. It is considered to be a surprising exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Jerk, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. A crown was the thing that was opted for.

My Orange Jerk always had with them a chocolate bar that they would occasionally put up their bum. It should have been a different exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Jerk, who expected it was fun. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar being the chosen thing.

My Orange Jerk desperately wanted a porno magazine that they would occasionally put up their bum. This might appear to be an astonishing exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Jerk, who felt that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a porno magazine was the item that was opted for.

My Orange Jerk wanted a pen that they sometimes insert somewhere. This seems a fairly unusual suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Jerk, who felt that it was in fact, epic. Honestly, a pen of all things.

My Orange Jerk desperately needed a crown that they would sleep with. This could be considered a fairly different suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Jerk, who considered that this idea is wonderous. A crown is the item to choose.