A Troubled Cunt

A Troubled Cunt wanted a lava lamp that they liked to demolish. It would have been a fairly odd proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a lava lamp was the item that was chosen.

A Troubled Cunt searched for a condom that they would often throw. It would have been an odd exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a condom being the item opted for.

A Troubled Cunt always carried a rubber chicken that they would occasionally break. This is certainly a curious approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was selected.

A Troubled Cunt desperately looked for a crown that they would sometimes sleep with. This seems to be a fairly different thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown would be the item that was selected.

A Troubled Cunt owned a custard pie that they liked to try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an original action, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a custard pie being the item opted for.

A Troubled Cunt wanted a CD player that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It would have been a somewhat surprising suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be fun. You wouldnt have thought, a CD player was the thing that was chosen.