Their Depressed Cunt

Their Depressed Cunt needed a can of coke that they would often eat. It should be a peculiar operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a can of coke was the thing that was selected.

Their Depressed Cunt desperately craved for a pencil sharpener that they would often eat. It is considered to be a fairly weird action, to you, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener being the chosen item.

Their Depressed Cunt desired a pen that they would sometimes demolish. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary idea, to most, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was awesome. A pen being the item opted for.

Their Depressed Cunt found a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally hug. This seems a surprising exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was miraculous. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand would be the item that was selected.

Their Depressed Cunt desperately searched for a melon to insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a new approach to life, to you, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a melon was the item that was selected.

Their Depressed Cunt had a ball that they would put up their bum. It was considered to be a strange operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a ball would be the item that was selected.