The Orange Cunt

The Orange Cunt desperately searched for a rubber johnny that they liked to smash. It would be a fairly new thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a rubber johnny being the thing selected.

The Orange Cunt carried a cheese grater that they would often eat. This is certainly a weird undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

The Orange Cunt searched for a condom that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is magnificent. Honestly, a condom was the item that was selected.

The Orange Cunt often carried a rubber chicken that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be a fairly funny activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was opted for.

The Orange Cunt wanted a bottle of wine to break. One might consider this to be an unusual operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a bottle of wine would be the item that was chosen.

The Orange Cunt desperately desired a cucumber that they liked to demolish. It was an unusual thing to do, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing that was chosen.