The Anxious Cunt

The Anxious Cunt found a stretchman to hug. This seems to be a bizarre thing to do, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a stretchman being the chosen thing.

The Anxious Cunt desired a teapot that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a fairly curious proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was magnificent. Who would have thought, a teapot is the thing to choose.

The Anxious Cunt always had with them a bottle of beer that they liked to put up their bum. It should have been a new approach to life, to some, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer is the thing to opt for.

The Anxious Cunt always kept a custard pie that they sometimes share. This is certainly an unusual idea, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was amazing. Honestly, a custard pie having that done to it

The Anxious Cunt desperately searched for a wig that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It is considered to be a somewhat surprising undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a wig being the item opted for.

The Anxious Cunt desperately craved for a bat that they would occasionally smash. It should be a strange proposal, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a bat would be the chosen thing.