My Purple Cunt

My Purple Cunt looked for a bat that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This might appear to be an original activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bat was the chosen thing.

My Purple Cunt often carried a sponge to share. One might consider this to be an unusual thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a sponge would be the item that was opted for.

My Purple Cunt wanted a teapot that they sometimes throw. It should be a weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot being the thing opted for.

My Purple Cunt needed a big sponge that they would sometimes worship. It might be a peculiar thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was wonderful. A big sponge being the chosen item.

My Purple Cunt desperately searched for a bag of poop that they sometimes break. It was a different thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop was the thing that was opted for.

My Purple Cunt desperately searched for a custard pie that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a weird and wonderful idea, to many, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a custard pie being the item opted for.