The Fucking Cunt

The Fucking Cunt desperately wanted a vibrator that they liked to break. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary thought, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a vibrator being the thing selected.

The Fucking Cunt craved for a hat that they would demolish. One might say this is a fairly odd exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a hat would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Cunt had a cucumber that they would often play with. It was considered to be a curious approach to life, to you, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to select.

The Fucking Cunt desperately wanted a toilet brush that they liked to cuddle. This seems a new undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, exciting. Remarkably, a toilet brush would be the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Cunt desperately craved for a cheese grater that they would occasionally drop. It should have been an original suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a cheese grater being the chosen thing.

The Fucking Cunt desperately searched for a helmet that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly curious suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet would be the thing that was chosen.