Their Talented Cunt

Their Talented Cunt had a piece of paper that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a curious activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper being the item selected.

Their Talented Cunt looked for a bag of poop to rub on his belly. It is a strange suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be entertaining. Honestly, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

Their Talented Cunt often carried a bat that they would often embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly new thing to do, to many, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a bat being the chosen item.

Their Talented Cunt desired a mug that they would often put down their trousers. It should have been a strange proposal, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was sublime. Strangely, a mug being the chosen thing.

Their Talented Cunt wanted a bottle of beer to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly peculiar undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer being the thing selected.

Their Talented Cunt searched for a block of cheese to cuddle. This is certainly a curious undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.