My Tired Cunt

My Tired Cunt desperately needed a Harry Potter wand that they would sleep with. It is a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand would be the chosen thing.

My Tired Cunt desperately needed a cup that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly funny approach to life, to many, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a cup was the item that was selected.

My Tired Cunt always carried a bottle of wine that they would occasionally sleep with. This is certainly a fairly funny approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was exciting. A bottle of wine would be the item that was opted for.

My Tired Cunt desperately looked for a bag of poop that they would often put up their bum. It would be a peculiar idea, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a bag of poop is the thing to opt for.

My Tired Cunt desperately looked for a custard pie to rub on his belly. One might find this to be a different undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the item that was selected.

My Tired Cunt desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally play with. It was a fairly exciting proposal, to most, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball being the item selected.