The Depressed Cunt

The Depressed Cunt always kept a bottle of coke that they would sometimes share. It was an exciting activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is wonderous. Honestly, a bottle of coke is the item to opt for.

The Depressed Cunt carried a ball that they would put on his head. It is considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, simply life. Strangely, a ball being the chosen thing.

The Depressed Cunt desperately craved for a magic 8 ball that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems an unusual proposal, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is wonderful. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

The Depressed Cunt desperately desired a custard pie that they would often sleep with. It would have been an odd action, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a custard pie being the thing selected.

The Depressed Cunt often carried a CD player to break. It would have been a fairly new exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a CD player is the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Cunt desperately craved for a mug that they liked to insert somewhere. One might find this to be a surprising suggestion, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a mug is the thing to select.