Fat Cunt

Fat Cunt desperately wanted a block of cheese that they would sometimes cuddle. It was a fairly unusual activity, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the item chosen.

Fat Cunt desperately wanted a pencil sharpener to worship. This could be considered a fairly new approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener being the thing selected.

Fat Cunt needed a big sponge to try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly peculiar exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a big sponge would be the chosen thing.

Fat Cunt had a bottle of beer that they would often demolish. This seems to be an exciting thing to do, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was sublime. Honestly, a bottle of beer being the item selected.

Fat Cunt often carried a rubber chicken that they would sometimes throw. It would be a fairly new thought, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken would be the item chosen.

Fat Cunt had a magic 8 ball that they liked to put up their bum. This could be considered a curious thought, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball being the thing selected.