Red Cunt

Red Cunt craved for a block of cheese that they sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been an exciting activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be simply life. Remarkably, a block of cheese would be the thing that was opted for.

Red Cunt looked for a set square to put down their trousers. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was the most awesome idea. A set square being the chosen item.

Red Cunt often carried a cheese grater that they would occasionally play with. It would have been a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be wonderous. Strangely, a cheese grater was the thing that was selected.

Red Cunt desperately looked for a painting of a melon that they liked to drop. One might find this to be a weird proposal, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon of all things.

Red Cunt wanted a vibrator that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a curious approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be magnificent. A vibrator being the thing opted for.

Red Cunt desperately searched for a wig that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a fairly curious operation, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a wig is the item that was chosen.