Her Fucking Artist

Her Fucking Artist always had with them a spade that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It would be a fairly different undertaking, to me, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a spade would be the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Artist always carried a lava lamp that they would play with. This is certainly a new action, to me, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is sublime. Who would have imagined, a lava lamp was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Artist looked for a bottle of coke to try to nail to the wall. One might find this to be an astonishing activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke was the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Artist wanted a radiator that they would put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly astonishing activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a radiator was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Artist had a ball that they liked to share. One might say this is a curious activity, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be miraculous. Who would have thought, a ball is the item to choose.

Her Fucking Artist owned a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to throw. One might consider this to be an original activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, spectacular. Honestly, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to opt for.