The Little Cunt

The Little Cunt had a sack of potatoes that they liked to put on his head. It is considered to be a fairly surprising thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was selected.

The Little Cunt desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would sit and look at. It should have been an odd exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop was the thing that was selected.

The Little Cunt desired a set square to break. It might have been a weird exercise, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have imagined, a set square was the item that was opted for.

The Little Cunt desperately looked for a spade that they sometimes rub on his belly. It might have been an exciting idea, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be out of this world. Bizarrely, a spade is the item to opt for.

The Little Cunt desperately searched for a custard pie that they liked to play with. It was a fairly exciting activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie being the thing selected.

The Little Cunt desperately wanted a radiator that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly strange exercise, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was awesome. Honestly, a radiator is the thing to opt for.