The Jolly Cunt

The Jolly Cunt desperately needed a can of Tango that they would often hug. It should be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be miraculous. Bizarrely, a can of Tango being the chosen item.

The Jolly Cunt desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally insert somewhere. One might consider this to be an astonishing exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was wonderous. A bottle of wine is the item that was chosen.

The Jolly Cunt often carried a can of coke that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should be a fairly curious exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a can of coke is the thing to choose.

The Jolly Cunt desperately looked for a teapot that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is considered to be an extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a teapot is the thing that was chosen.

The Jolly Cunt carried a bottle of wine that they would put down their trousers. This might appear to be a fairly weird thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine is the thing to opt for.

The Jolly Cunt carried a bottle of coke that they would occasionally eat. It should be a fairly curious idea, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was exciting. A bottle of coke was the item that was chosen.