The Fucking Builder

The Fucking Builder searched for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was a fairly new thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Builder, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a chocolate bar would be the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Builder needed a chocolate bar that they would occasionally put up their bum. This seems a bizarre suggestion, to some, but not to the Builder, who thinks it was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar is the thing to opt for.

The Fucking Builder desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would sometimes cuddle. It was a new activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Builder, who felt that this idea is miraculous. Bizarrely, a pint of cider would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Builder desperately craved for a pint of cider that they sometimes cuddle. This seems to be an extraordinary operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Builder, who expected that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider would be the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Builder desperately searched for a Harry Potter wand to put on his head. It would be a peculiar exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Builder, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Builder always carried a ball that they would demolish. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my children, but not to the Builder, who had decided that this idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a ball being the chosen thing.