The Tired Cunt

The Tired Cunt desperately craved for a bottle of beer that they liked to share. It should have been a weird and wonderful operation, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer is the thing to select.

The Tired Cunt often carried a bat that they sometimes insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly funny operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a bat being the item opted for.

The Tired Cunt always kept a bag of poop that they would often break. It would have been an unusual suggestion, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is magnificent. Honestly, a bag of poop is the item to select.

The Tired Cunt had a mug to sit and look at. One might find this to be an exciting approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was fun. Strangely, a mug is the item to opt for.

The Tired Cunt desired a crown that they would sometimes smash. It might have been an astonishing undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown would be the item that was opted for.

The Tired Cunt always kept a set square that they would occasionally hug. This seems an exciting proposal, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a set square was the item that was chosen.