My Confused Cunt

My Confused Cunt looked for a crown that they liked to play with. One might say this is a fairly different idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a crown was the item that was chosen.

My Confused Cunt desperately wanted a rubber johnny that they would often rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a rubber johnny would be the item that was selected.

My Confused Cunt desperately searched for a cucumber that they sometimes put down their trousers. It was a surprising exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was fun. A cucumber was the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Cunt desired a hat that they would sometimes experiment on. One might say this is an unusual idea, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a hat would be the item that was opted for.

My Confused Cunt desperately needed a bottle of beer that they sometimes worship. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be fun. Strangely, a bottle of beer is the item to choose.

My Confused Cunt always carried a mug that they would occasionally sleep with. It should have been a surprising activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is entertaining. A mug is the thing that was chosen.