Depressed Cunt

Depressed Cunt found a computer that they would occasionally share. It would have been an unusual exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a computer was the thing that was chosen.

Depressed Cunt desperately needed a bottle of beer that they would rub on his belly. One might say this is a fairly funny thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer was the item that was opted for.

Depressed Cunt desperately needed a condom that they would often sleep with. It was considered to be a fairly odd thought, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a condom would be the item chosen.

Depressed Cunt searched for a sponge that they would often demolish. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be spectacular. Honestly, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

Depressed Cunt desperately craved for a set square that they would often eat. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to many, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be out of this world. Honestly, a set square would be the item chosen.

Depressed Cunt wanted a computer that they liked to experiment on. This might appear to be a weird exercise, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, spectacular. Bizarrely, a computer is the item that was chosen.