Colourful Cunt

Colourful Cunt needed a bag of poop that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a peculiar undertaking, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is amazing. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

Colourful Cunt owned a chocolate bar to rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly weird action, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a chocolate bar would be the thing that was chosen.

Colourful Cunt searched for a block of cheese to embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly strange proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a block of cheese would be the item that was chosen.

Colourful Cunt carried a ball to sit and look at. It would be an extraordinary thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball was the chosen item.

Colourful Cunt always kept a sword that they liked to rub on his belly. It would be an astonishing thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have imagined, a sword being the chosen thing.

Colourful Cunt desperately craved for a rubber johnny that they liked to share. This could be considered an exciting activity, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was breathtaking. A rubber johnny would be the thing that was opted for.