My Nervous Cunt

My Nervous Cunt craved for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a fairly weird thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon being the thing opted for.

My Nervous Cunt always kept a bottle of beer that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a bottle of beer would be the item that was selected.

My Nervous Cunt looked for a rubber chicken that they would rub on his belly. It was considered to be a strange approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was opted for.

My Nervous Cunt desperately wanted a pen that they liked to insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly new approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a pen would be the item chosen.

My Nervous Cunt had a bag of flour that they would sometimes worship. It should be an astonishing activity, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of flour is the thing to opt for.

My Nervous Cunt desperately searched for a can of Tango to embrace. It was a fairly strange idea, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be miraculous. Strangely, a can of Tango would be the item that was chosen.