The Troubled Cunt

The Troubled Cunt desperately needed a painting of a melon that they liked to hug. This seems to be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was awesome. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

The Troubled Cunt looked for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might say this is a fairly new thing to do, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was epic. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar being the item selected.

The Troubled Cunt carried a big sponge that they would put down their trousers. It was an astonishing action, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a big sponge is the thing to choose.

The Troubled Cunt desperately wanted a piece of paper that they liked to smash. It might have been a weird and wonderful undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who feels it was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper is the item to select.

The Troubled Cunt looked for a set of lego that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be a fairly astonishing activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a set of lego is the thing that was chosen.

The Troubled Cunt wanted a bag of poop to share. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was stunning. A bag of poop was the item that was chosen.