Their Troubled Cunt

Their Troubled Cunt desperately craved for a bag of poop to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a bizarre activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was entertaining. Remarkably, a bag of poop being the item selected.

Their Troubled Cunt carried a crown that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly surprising undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown would be the item that was opted for.

Their Troubled Cunt had a CD player that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a CD player is the thing to choose.

Their Troubled Cunt found a bottle of beer that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a weird activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer was the chosen item.

Their Troubled Cunt had a big sponge that they would occasionally sleep with. It is a bizarre suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the thing to opt for.

Their Troubled Cunt looked for a set of lego to demolish. One might find this to be a fairly original thought, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a set of lego is the thing that was chosen.