My Jolly Cunt

My Jolly Cunt desperately craved for a radiator that they sometimes eat. This might appear to be a fairly odd activity, to most, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is awesome. Strangely, a radiator would be the thing that was chosen.

My Jolly Cunt desired a crown that they sometimes put up their bum. This might appear to be a new suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a crown is the thing to opt for.

My Jolly Cunt looked for a cucumber that they sometimes drop. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is wonderous. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to opt for.

My Jolly Cunt searched for a block of cheese that they would occasionally worship. This seems a fairly strange thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.

My Jolly Cunt desperately looked for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally hug. This seems a fairly surprising thought, to you, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

My Jolly Cunt desperately craved for a bat that they would often cuddle. It would have been a fairly different proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be out of this world. Strangely, a bat is the thing to select.