The Anxious Cunt

The Anxious Cunt had a stapler that they sometimes worship. It might have been an unusual operation, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be sublime. Honestly, a stapler is the thing that was chosen.

The Anxious Cunt always had with them a pint of beer that they would often cuddle. This seems a fairly odd approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a pint of beer being the thing selected.

The Anxious Cunt always had with them a radiator that they liked to hug. It should be a fairly odd activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was miraculous. Who would have thought, a radiator being the item selected.

The Anxious Cunt looked for a block of cheese that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This is certainly a somewhat surprising thought, to most, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.

The Anxious Cunt always kept a bag of flour that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a fairly odd thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the item that was selected.

The Anxious Cunt always carried a set square that they liked to try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a fairly peculiar suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Honestly, a set square is the thing to select.