My Retarded Artist

My Retarded Artist often carried a rubber johnny that they would occasionally cuddle. One might consider this to be an unusual approach to life, to you, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny is the item to choose.

My Retarded Artist desperately wanted a mug to break. It would have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a mug is the item to opt for.

My Retarded Artist looked for a wig that they liked to rub on his belly. It might be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to some, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was miraculous. A wig would be the item that was opted for.

My Retarded Artist desperately wanted a spade that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This is certainly an extraordinary activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was exciting. A spade is the item to choose.

My Retarded Artist searched for a set of lego to embrace. This seems an extraordinary operation, to most, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a set of lego is the thing to select.

My Retarded Artist owned a pint of cider that they liked to eat. This seems an odd approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a pint of cider was the item that was selected.