My Depressed Cunt

My Depressed Cunt desperately desired a can of coke that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This is certainly a fairly original action, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be exciting. Honestly, a can of coke being the chosen item.

My Depressed Cunt always had with them a can of Dr Pepper that they would sleep with. One might consider this to be a peculiar idea, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was spectacular. A can of Dr Pepper was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Cunt desperately needed a set square that they would sometimes annihilate This could be considered an astonishing thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a set square is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Cunt searched for a CD player that they would occasionally demolish. One might consider this to be a surprising activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was spectacular. Bizarrely, a CD player being the chosen item.

My Depressed Cunt desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would occasionally hug. It is considered to be a fairly odd operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a bag of flour is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Cunt always kept a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to demolish. It is considered to be a funny activity, to you, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper was the chosen thing.