His Depressed Cunt

His Depressed Cunt always kept a sack of potatoes that they liked to drop. It would have been an extraordinary proposal, to you, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, awesome. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes being the item selected.

His Depressed Cunt desperately searched for a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes annihilate This is certainly an extraordinary proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand is the item that was chosen.

His Depressed Cunt desperately wanted a bottle of beer that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly bizarre undertaking, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be out of this world. Remarkably, a bottle of beer would be the item that was opted for.

His Depressed Cunt desperately looked for a set square that they would often share. It was considered to be a fairly new undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have thought, a set square being the item selected.

His Depressed Cunt owned a bottle of wine that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly weird exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was wonderful. Strangely, a bottle of wine would be the item that was selected.

His Depressed Cunt always carried a bottle of coke to throw. One might find this to be a fairly unusual thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke is the item to select.