The Depressed Cunt

The Depressed Cunt craved for a hat that they would share. It was considered to be a strange proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat is the thing to opt for.

The Depressed Cunt needed a condom that they would cuddle. It might have been a fairly astonishing thing to do, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a condom being the chosen thing.

The Depressed Cunt always had with them a pint of cider that they would sometimes put up their bum. It is a fairly strange suggestion, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a pint of cider is the thing to select.

The Depressed Cunt searched for a pen that they would sometimes throw. It would have been an exciting proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, fun. A pen was the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Cunt desperately looked for a piece of paper that they would occasionally annihilate It is a fairly extraordinary proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the chosen item.

The Depressed Cunt often carried a set square to annihilate This might appear to be a curious thought, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was epic. Remarkably, a set square is the thing to select.