My Depressed Cunt

My Depressed Cunt desperately searched for a bat that they would put in the bath with him. It is a bizarre operation, to you, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a bat is the item to choose.

My Depressed Cunt desperately looked for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes sleep with. It is a fairly original proposal, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon being the thing selected.

My Depressed Cunt looked for a big sponge that they would experiment on. This seems a fairly original exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge being the thing opted for.

My Depressed Cunt had a little monkey that they sometimes put down their trousers. One might say this is a fairly astonishing idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be exciting. Strangely, a little monkey would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Cunt carried a sword that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems a curious action, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was epic. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Cunt always kept a dildo that they sometimes smash. This is certainly a surprising suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderous. Strangely, a dildo is the item to choose.