My Different Cunt

My Different Cunt searched for a tomato to eat. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful action, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a tomato being the item selected.

My Different Cunt carried a cup that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been a bizarre suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was epic. Who would have thought, a cup is the thing to select.

My Different Cunt always had with them a vibrator that they liked to experiment on. It might have been an extraordinary undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was awesome. Who would have thought, a vibrator was the item that was chosen.

My Different Cunt found a painting of a melon that they liked to smash. It would be a curious operation, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

My Different Cunt needed a rubber chicken that they would share. It should have been a strange thing to do, to most, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken was the thing that was chosen.

My Different Cunt always kept a set square that they would occasionally share. This could be considered an astonishing exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a set square was the thing that was selected.