My Orange Cunt

My Orange Cunt always carried a pint of cider that they would sometimes share. This might appear to be an unusual activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a pint of cider of all things.

My Orange Cunt desired a bottle of beer that they would often put down their trousers. It should be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is miraculous. A bottle of beer being the thing selected.

My Orange Cunt desperately needed a bottle of coke that they would sometimes hug. One might find this to be a fairly different operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a bottle of coke is the thing to select.

My Orange Cunt carried a cup that they liked to cuddle. It is considered to be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was breathtaking. Strangely, a cup was the item that was opted for.

My Orange Cunt needed a sack of potatoes to break. It might be a fairly funny approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes being the thing selected.

My Orange Cunt always kept a painting of a melon that they would sleep with. It would have been a weird suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was sublime. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon would be the chosen thing.