The Grumpy Cunt

The Grumpy Cunt craved for a custard pie that they would occasionally throw. It might be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was out of this world. Remarkably, a custard pie of all things.

The Grumpy Cunt often carried a wig that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly funny activity, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig would be the item that was opted for.

The Grumpy Cunt searched for a computer that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems an astonishing idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a computer would be the thing that was chosen.

The Grumpy Cunt wanted a chocolate bar that they would occasionally put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar is the item to choose.

The Grumpy Cunt desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they would put in the bath with him. It would have been a curious thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was wonderful. A painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

The Grumpy Cunt craved for a computer that they liked to throw. It should have been an astonishing idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be wonderous. Remarkably, a computer being the thing opted for.