Their Talented Lunatic

Their Talented Lunatic desperately searched for a cup that they would often put down their trousers. It should be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to some, but not to the Lunatic, who had decided it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a cup is the item to choose.

Their Talented Lunatic desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It might have been a bizarre approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Lunatic, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to opt for.

Their Talented Lunatic always had with them a bottle of beer to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This could be considered a fairly curious thought, to my mum, but not to the Lunatic, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer was the chosen item.

Their Talented Lunatic desperately searched for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a fairly weird operation, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who considered that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

Their Talented Lunatic desperately craved for a custard pie that they would experiment on. It was a strange suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who thought it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

Their Talented Lunatic desperately desired a ball to rub on his belly. One might say this is an original exercise, to my children, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a ball being the thing selected.