The Fucking Cunt

The Fucking Cunt craved for a can of Dr Pepper to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising exercise, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea is fun. Honestly, a can of Dr Pepper would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Cunt searched for a teapot that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a fairly original activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a teapot was the chosen item.

The Fucking Cunt wanted a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes demolish. It would be a fairly unusual operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. A magic 8 ball would be the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Cunt needed a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It was a weird and wonderful approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand was the chosen item.

The Fucking Cunt often carried a piece of paper that they would rub on his belly. This might appear to be a fairly bizarre operation, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is stunning. Bizarrely, a piece of paper was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Cunt wanted a pint of beer that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a new thing to do, to many, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have thought, a pint of beer having that done to it