The Purple Cunt

The Purple Cunt desired a bag of flour that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It might have been a strange undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a bag of flour was the item that was opted for.

The Purple Cunt desperately searched for a vibrator that they would put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly peculiar suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was miraculous. A vibrator is the thing to select.

The Purple Cunt desperately needed a hat that they would sometimes demolish. It should be a fairly strange action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a hat was the thing that was chosen.

The Purple Cunt needed a melon that they liked to try to balance on their head. It might have been a curious undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a melon would be the item that was opted for.

The Purple Cunt always kept a sack of potatoes that they sometimes put down their trousers. This is certainly a fairly curious thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes being the thing opted for.

The Purple Cunt had a can of Dr Pepper to cuddle. One might find this to be an exciting approach to life, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper having that done to it