My Fucking Jerk

My Fucking Jerk owned a painting of a melon that they would sometimes throw. This might appear to be a different approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Jerk, who felt that the idea was awesome. A painting of a melon would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Jerk searched for a block of cheese that they would often play with. It was a surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who felt it was fun. Strangely, a block of cheese is the item to select.

My Fucking Jerk desperately looked for a cucumber that they would often annihilate It is a surprising idea, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Remarkably, a cucumber being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Jerk desperately desired a can of Tango that they would often annihilate It should be a surprising thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Jerk, who assumed it was miraculous. Strangely, a can of Tango was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Jerk desperately desired a radiator that they liked to put in the bath with him. It would have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator being the item selected.

My Fucking Jerk desperately wanted a chocolate bar that they would try to nail to the wall. It might be an unusual undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Jerk, who expected it would be amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a chocolate bar is the item to choose.