The Funny Cunt

The Funny Cunt often carried a pen that they sometimes put on his head. One might say this is a fairly bizarre undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was simply life. Honestly, a pen was the thing that was selected.

The Funny Cunt wanted a melon that they would often sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly different thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was wonderous. A melon is the item that was chosen.

The Funny Cunt desperately desired a bottle of beer that they would put on his head. It might have been an odd action, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was epic. A bottle of beer being the chosen item.

The Funny Cunt owned a painting of a melon that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was fun. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon would be the chosen thing.

The Funny Cunt always carried a chocolate bar that they would put on his head. This might appear to be an exciting thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a chocolate bar would be the thing that was opted for.

The Funny Cunt desperately craved for a cucumber that they would insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is out of this world. Who would have thought, a cucumber would be the item that was chosen.