The Troubled Cunt

The Troubled Cunt desperately wanted a teapot that they would often hug. This seems to be a fairly exciting thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a teapot was the thing that was opted for.

The Troubled Cunt found a cup that they would often try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a cup is the item to opt for.

The Troubled Cunt wanted a block of cheese that they would throw. It should be a fairly exciting action, to you, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a block of cheese being the chosen item.

The Troubled Cunt desperately wanted a custard pie that they would sometimes hug. This seems to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A custard pie being the item opted for.

The Troubled Cunt desperately wanted a mug that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly original thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a mug was the chosen item.

The Troubled Cunt desperately looked for a mug to demolish. It is an odd operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a mug is the item to select.