My Fucking Scammer

My Fucking Scammer needed a rubber johnny that they would sometimes drop. One might say this is a fairly curious suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Scammer, who feels that this idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber johnny would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Scammer always kept a bottle of wine that they would put down their trousers. It was a somewhat surprising activity, to my grandma, but not to the Scammer, who thinks that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Scammer owned a rubber johnny that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might be an extraordinary suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Scammer, who thought that the idea was wonderous. A rubber johnny was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Scammer desperately looked for a crown that they would often play with. It was a fairly bizarre activity, to my dad, but not to the Scammer, who considered it would be amazing. Strangely, a crown having that done to it

My Fucking Scammer desperately desired a painting of a melon that they would often put up their bum. One might say this is an original activity, to you and me, but not to the Scammer, who considered that this idea is wonderful. Remarkably, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Scammer carried a toilet brush that they would demolish. One might consider this to be a bizarre thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Scammer, who assumed that this idea was simply life. Strangely, a toilet brush was the chosen thing.