The Weary Cunt

The Weary Cunt desperately searched for a bag of flour that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been an unusual thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a bag of flour was the item that was chosen.

The Weary Cunt found a painting of a melon that they would occasionally throw. It is a fairly different undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was exciting. Remarkably, a painting of a melon being the thing selected.

The Weary Cunt desperately craved for a computer that they would often rub on his belly. This is certainly a peculiar operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be awesome. A computer was the item that was opted for.

The Weary Cunt had a stapler that they would often demolish. This is certainly a curious action, to some, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a stapler is the thing to opt for.

The Weary Cunt always kept a wig that they would smash. One might say this is a bizarre approach to life, to many, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a wig would be the item that was opted for.

The Weary Cunt needed a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems a surprising thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was chosen.