The Chinese Cunt

The Chinese Cunt desperately wanted a little monkey that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It might be an extraordinary thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, amazing. A little monkey being the chosen item.

The Chinese Cunt carried a block of cheese that they would sit and look at. One might consider this to be a strange action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be spectacular. Who would have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

The Chinese Cunt needed a pint of cider that they sometimes experiment on. One might consider this to be a surprising operation, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a pint of cider of all things.

The Chinese Cunt desperately desired a sword that they liked to put down their trousers. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

The Chinese Cunt often carried a rubber chicken that they would sometimes worship. It might be a new action, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be breathtaking. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken is the item to opt for.

The Chinese Cunt had a bottle of coke that they would sometimes smash. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be epic. Remarkably, a bottle of coke was the thing that was opted for.