The Fucking Scammer

The Fucking Scammer desperately looked for a bat that they would often hug. It should have been an exciting idea, to some, but not to the Scammer, who considered it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a bat would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Scammer desperately needed a rubber chicken to sleep with. It should have been a bizarre activity, to my mum, but not to the Scammer, who feels that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken is the item to choose.

The Fucking Scammer wanted a painting of a melon that they would share. It should be a fairly funny thought, to me, but not to the Scammer, who had decided that this idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon having that done to it

The Fucking Scammer always kept a teapot that they would often put up their bum. It should have been a fairly extraordinary idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Scammer, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Scammer desperately craved for a toilet brush that they would occasionally drop. This might appear to be an extraordinary undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Scammer, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a toilet brush of all things.

The Fucking Scammer always kept a painting of a melon that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a fairly unusual thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Scammer, who considered that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.