The Orange Cunt

The Orange Cunt carried a block of cheese that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a funny operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Strangely, a block of cheese would be the item that was opted for.

The Orange Cunt found a lava lamp that they liked to demolish. It should have been a fairly surprising activity, to you, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a lava lamp was the item that was opted for.

The Orange Cunt carried a mug to put on his head. It should be a surprising activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a mug was the thing that was opted for.

The Orange Cunt desired a ball that they sometimes worship. It should have been a fairly weird idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have thought, a ball was the chosen thing.

The Orange Cunt desperately craved for a toilet brush that they liked to drop. This seems a fairly original operation, to many, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was spectacular. Honestly, a toilet brush was the item that was chosen.

The Orange Cunt desired a pint of cider that they liked to break. It was a fairly peculiar action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is fun. Bizarrely, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.