The Fucking Cunt

The Fucking Cunt often carried a sponge that they liked to cuddle. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar operation, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a sponge is the thing to opt for.

The Fucking Cunt looked for a big sponge that they would often try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly extraordinary operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the item to select.

The Fucking Cunt found a bottle of beer that they sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly a weird approach to life, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Cunt desperately craved for a spade that they would drop. It should have been a fairly exciting suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a spade was the chosen thing.

The Fucking Cunt desperately searched for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally hug. It is a fairly original exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. A sack of potatoes was the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Cunt desperately searched for a helmet that they would demolish. This could be considered a weird and wonderful idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a helmet was the chosen thing.