Tired Cunt

Tired Cunt needed a computer that they would often throw. It might be an odd undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was fun. Strangely, a computer was the item that was opted for.

Tired Cunt looked for a sponge that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should be a fairly strange thought, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge would be the thing that was opted for.

Tired Cunt looked for a wig that they would hug. This could be considered a fairly unusual thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Strangely, a wig being the item selected.

Tired Cunt desperately craved for a cup that they sometimes play with. It was a fairly surprising undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a cup being the chosen thing.

Tired Cunt desperately needed a cucumber that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly exciting approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a cucumber is the thing to choose.

Tired Cunt searched for a mug that they would rub on his belly. It would have been a curious proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a mug was the item that was chosen.