The Worrisome Cunt

The Worrisome Cunt desperately needed a pencil sharpener that they liked to experiment on. One might say this is a fairly surprising undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is spectacular. Honestly, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

The Worrisome Cunt found a custard pie that they would often rub on his belly. This seems a fairly peculiar approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a custard pie was the item that was opted for.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately desired a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to hug. It might have been a fairly exciting proposal, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was entertaining. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen item.

The Worrisome Cunt desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly funny thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is entertaining. Remarkably, a bag of poop was the item that was opted for.

The Worrisome Cunt wanted a melon that they would sometimes embrace. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be exciting. Bizarrely, a melon was the thing that was chosen.

The Worrisome Cunt needed a can of Dr Pepper that they sometimes drop. This is certainly a fairly strange proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was out of this world. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper would be the item that was selected.