The Orange Cunt

The Orange Cunt always carried a can of Tango that they would occasionally cuddle. It should be a fairly exciting thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a can of Tango was the thing that was chosen.

The Orange Cunt carried a melon that they would occasionally annihilate This could be considered a funny operation, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

The Orange Cunt desperately looked for a cup that they would often share. It would be an original action, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a cup would be the thing that was selected.

The Orange Cunt looked for a helmet that they would put up their bum. It might have been a fairly exciting action, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.

The Orange Cunt craved for a stapler that they sometimes hug. This seems a fairly original undertaking, to you, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.

The Orange Cunt needed a can of Tango that they would drop. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary action, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango is the item that was chosen.