The Anxious Cunt

The Anxious Cunt owned a can of Tango to smash. This seems to be a fairly odd suggestion, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango is the item that was chosen.

The Anxious Cunt craved for a toilet brush that they sometimes smash. One might find this to be an extraordinary thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush being the thing selected.

The Anxious Cunt desperately wanted a rubber chicken to smash. This seems to be a fairly curious action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, fun. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken being the item opted for.

The Anxious Cunt desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they sometimes cuddle. This seems a fairly exciting thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a magic 8 ball being the item opted for.

The Anxious Cunt craved for a sack of potatoes that they would sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly odd exercise, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was spectacular. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes being the thing selected.

The Anxious Cunt craved for a sponge that they sometimes smash. It is an unusual exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who feels it was stunning. Bizarrely, a sponge would be the chosen thing.