The Lucky Cunt

The Lucky Cunt always had with them a cucumber that they liked to sit and look at. It would be a fairly new thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to opt for.

The Lucky Cunt desperately desired a bag of poop that they liked to rub on his belly. It might have been a peculiar operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop was the item that was opted for.

The Lucky Cunt carried a piece of paper that they sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a peculiar action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a piece of paper is the thing to select.

The Lucky Cunt desperately desired a Harry Potter wand to put on his head. This might appear to be an original thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be simply life. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand would be the item chosen.

The Lucky Cunt desperately needed a ball that they would often throw. It is considered to be an extraordinary suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was miraculous. Remarkably, a ball would be the chosen thing.

The Lucky Cunt desired a piece of paper that they would often put down their trousers. This is certainly a weird and wonderful idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is wonderful. Bizarrely, a piece of paper would be the item chosen.