The Retarded Cunt

The Retarded Cunt craved for a toilet brush that they liked to put in the bath with him. It is considered to be a fairly original thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a toilet brush being the thing selected.

The Retarded Cunt always kept a custard pie that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This seems a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a custard pie being the item opted for.

The Retarded Cunt desperately needed a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally play with. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

The Retarded Cunt carried a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes eat. It would be an exciting activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was sublime. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand is the item to choose.

The Retarded Cunt desired a set square that they would often smash. It might be a fairly bizarre approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a set square was the thing that was selected.

The Retarded Cunt needed a melon that they would sleep with. It would have been a fairly surprising idea, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a melon is the thing to opt for.