A Orange Cunt

A Orange Cunt wanted a hat that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It was an exciting proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a hat would be the thing that was selected.

A Orange Cunt desperately desired a bag of flour that they would occasionally sit and look at. It would have been a fairly weird exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was spectacular. Strangely, a bag of flour would be the thing that was selected.

A Orange Cunt desperately desired a crown that they would often put up their bum. It might have been a fairly unusual operation, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was epic. A crown being the thing selected.

A Orange Cunt looked for a bag of poop that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly weird suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a bag of poop being the item opted for.

A Orange Cunt had a ball that they would sometimes cuddle. It would have been a different operation, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, sublime. Honestly, a ball would be the item that was chosen.

A Orange Cunt desperately searched for a big sponge that they liked to worship. This seems to be a weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge would be the thing that was selected.