My Green Cunt

My Green Cunt desperately looked for a spade that they would demolish. It should be a fairly new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a spade is the item to select.

My Green Cunt desperately searched for a piece of paper that they would sometimes sleep with. It would have been a strange action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was stunning. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper was the chosen thing.

My Green Cunt had a bag of flour that they sometimes hug. It would have been an astonishing activity, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was epic. Remarkably, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

My Green Cunt desperately needed a can of Dr Pepper to put on his head. One might find this to be an original thing to do, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper being the chosen item.

My Green Cunt had a mug that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a curious operation, to many, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a mug would be the chosen thing.

My Green Cunt wanted a wig that they would demolish. It was an extraordinary exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be wonderful. Honestly, a wig was the chosen item.