My Lucky Cunt

My Lucky Cunt desperately craved for a pen to smash. This is certainly a peculiar thing to do, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a pen is the thing to choose.

My Lucky Cunt desired a bottle of coke that they would sometimes drop. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was out of this world. A bottle of coke is the thing to select.

My Lucky Cunt desired a spade to smash. This seems to be a fairly curious operation, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is fun. Who would have thought, a spade being the chosen item.

My Lucky Cunt found a painting of a melon that they would often demolish. It was considered to be a surprising approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

My Lucky Cunt desperately craved for a can of Tango to try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a can of Tango was the thing that was opted for.

My Lucky Cunt craved for a mug that they would often put down their trousers. One might find this to be an original thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a mug was the item that was selected.