A Weary Cunt

A Weary Cunt owned a stretchman that they would sometimes break. It might have been a fairly unusual suggestion, to me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen thing.

A Weary Cunt always carried a sack of potatoes to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a weird proposal, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was amazing. Strangely, a sack of potatoes was the item that was chosen.

A Weary Cunt desperately craved for a spade that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It was a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a spade is the thing to choose.

A Weary Cunt had a mug that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a funny thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a mug being the item selected.

A Weary Cunt needed a cup that they would often put down their trousers. This might appear to be a curious action, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is exciting. Remarkably, a cup being the chosen item.

A Weary Cunt desperately needed a pint of cider that they liked to hug. It would be a fairly funny approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was spectacular. Strangely, a pint of cider was the chosen thing.