My Chinese Cunt

My Chinese Cunt desperately wanted a bottle of wine to throw. One might say this is a fairly different suggestion, to you, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine would be the item chosen.

My Chinese Cunt owned a rubber chicken to annihilate This seems to be a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. Remarkably, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.

My Chinese Cunt owned a can of Tango that they would occasionally put up their bum. This seems a fairly curious operation, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was spectacular. Remarkably, a can of Tango is the thing to select.

My Chinese Cunt desperately wanted a cup that they would often try to nail to the wall. It was a fairly unusual action, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a cup would be the item that was opted for.

My Chinese Cunt carried a piece of paper that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This could be considered an odd exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper was the item that was selected.

My Chinese Cunt searched for a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It is a fairly odd exercise, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a magic 8 ball was the thing that was chosen.