Colourful Cunt

Colourful Cunt looked for a piece of paper to smash. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre idea, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

Colourful Cunt had a cheese grater that they liked to eat. One might find this to be a surprising undertaking, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be wonderous. Honestly, a cheese grater was the item that was selected.

Colourful Cunt needed a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes put on his head. It might have been a fairly original approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

Colourful Cunt searched for a computer that they liked to put down their trousers. This seems a fairly odd idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a computer would be the chosen thing.

Colourful Cunt always kept a pint of beer that they would occasionally drop. It should be an unusual exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is simply life. Remarkably, a pint of beer being the item selected.

Colourful Cunt carried a cucumber that they would sometimes share. It might be a peculiar activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was fun. A cucumber being the item opted for.