The Worrisome Cunt

The Worrisome Cunt always had with them a computer that they would rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly surprising thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, simply life. A computer would be the thing that was opted for.

The Worrisome Cunt searched for a CD player that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might consider this to be a somewhat surprising action, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be sublime. Bizarrely, a CD player was the chosen item.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately searched for a radiator that they would occasionally demolish. It was a bizarre thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a radiator would be the item chosen.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately wanted a cucumber that they would put up their bum. It would be a surprising undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is amazing. Honestly, a cucumber was the chosen item.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately looked for a set square that they sometimes cuddle. One might say this is an original proposal, to me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a set square is the thing that was chosen.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately searched for a stapler that they would sometimes play with. This seems an original idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler would be the item that was selected.