My Retarded Jerk

My Retarded Jerk desperately looked for a little monkey that they would put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a curious action, to me and my wife, but not to the Jerk, who feels that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a little monkey was the thing that was opted for.

My Retarded Jerk desperately needed a pint of cider to sit and look at. It might have been a fairly new approach to life, to some, but not to the Jerk, who thought it was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider would be the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Jerk desired a sword that they would often put on his head. It is considered to be a new thing to do, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who thinks it was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the chosen thing.

My Retarded Jerk found a pint of beer that they would throw. This is certainly a fairly peculiar operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Jerk, who expected that it was in fact, exciting. Honestly, a pint of beer is the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Jerk needed a pen that they would occasionally sleep with. It should be a fairly new undertaking, to most, but not to the Jerk, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a pen is the thing to choose.

My Retarded Jerk looked for a big sponge that they would occasionally experiment on. This seems a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Jerk, who thought that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a big sponge being the item selected.