The Cheerful Cunt

The Cheerful Cunt looked for a bottle of beer that they would sometimes demolish. It might be a fairly extraordinary operation, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer was the item that was chosen.

The Cheerful Cunt wanted a little monkey that they would sometimes smash. It would have been a somewhat surprising suggestion, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, magnificent. Bizarrely, a little monkey being the chosen item.

The Cheerful Cunt desperately looked for a can of Tango that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This might appear to be a fairly bizarre undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was chosen.

The Cheerful Cunt craved for a cucumber that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a fairly curious undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber being the thing opted for.

The Cheerful Cunt craved for a custard pie to rub on his belly. It was a weird proposal, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was breathtaking. A custard pie of all things.

The Cheerful Cunt always had with them a block of cheese that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly astonishing activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese is the item to choose.