The Anxious Cunt

The Anxious Cunt desperately looked for a set of lego that they would play with. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a set of lego would be the thing that was chosen.

The Anxious Cunt always kept a little monkey that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might be a surprising suggestion, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a little monkey was the thing that was opted for.

The Anxious Cunt often carried a condom that they would sometimes cuddle. It is considered to be a fairly bizarre exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a condom was the item that was chosen.

The Anxious Cunt desperately wanted a sword that they would often embrace. This seems an odd thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a sword would be the item that was selected.

The Anxious Cunt desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they would often sit and look at. It should have been a fairly unusual thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a bottle of wine being the item opted for.

The Anxious Cunt often carried a sword that they would try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly strange thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword would be the thing that was chosen.