My Green Cunt

My Green Cunt needed a bat that they would sometimes share. This seems to be a fairly original operation, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be stunning. Strangely, a bat is the item to choose.

My Green Cunt had a set square that they would sometimes demolish. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be amazing. Honestly, a set square is the thing to select.

My Green Cunt wanted a teapot that they sometimes worship. It should be a funny proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea is wonderous. Bizarrely, a teapot was the chosen item.

My Green Cunt desperately needed a wig that they would embrace. This seems to be an exciting undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a wig is the thing to opt for.

My Green Cunt desperately craved for a set square that they liked to sit and look at. It should be a curious undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a set square is the thing to choose.

My Green Cunt wanted a block of cheese to break. It would have been a fairly strange thought, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be wonderous. A block of cheese would be the chosen thing.