The Chinese Cunt

The Chinese Cunt desperately wanted a crown that they would sometimes sleep with. It should be an extraordinary approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was exciting. Honestly, a crown was the thing that was selected.

The Chinese Cunt craved for a rubber johnny that they would often drop. One might find this to be a fairly original proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be breathtaking. Honestly, a rubber johnny of all things.

The Chinese Cunt carried a ball that they would try to nail to the wall. It might have been a different action, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a ball being the item selected.

The Chinese Cunt always had with them a rubber chicken that they liked to try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a fairly funny operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was awesome. A rubber chicken would be the chosen thing.

The Chinese Cunt desperately looked for a radiator that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be an original suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was breathtaking. A radiator was the thing that was opted for.

The Chinese Cunt looked for a mug that they sometimes demolish. One might find this to be an extraordinary approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was awesome. Strangely, a mug being the thing opted for.