The Cheerful Cunt

The Cheerful Cunt needed a cheese grater that they liked to insert somewhere. One might say this is an exciting thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a cheese grater was the thing that was chosen.

The Cheerful Cunt desired a teapot that they would occasionally drop. It should have been a fairly exciting approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is awe-inspring. A teapot was the chosen thing.

The Cheerful Cunt looked for a helmet to try to balance on their head. It should be a strange thought, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a helmet was the thing that was selected.

The Cheerful Cunt owned a computer that they sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be magnificent. A computer is the item to select.

The Cheerful Cunt wanted a bottle of beer that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly original undertaking, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer is the thing to choose.

The Cheerful Cunt desperately wanted a chocolate bar that they would occasionally annihilate It is a fairly strange approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was breathtaking. A chocolate bar is the thing that was chosen.