A Naughty Cunt

A Naughty Cunt looked for a ball that they liked to eat. It should be an extraordinary idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball is the thing to choose.

A Naughty Cunt owned a big sponge that they would sometimes experiment on. It would have been a fairly original suggestion, to most, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge was the item that was opted for.

A Naughty Cunt wanted a wig that they liked to hug. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a wig being the chosen item.

A Naughty Cunt had a painting of a melon that they would often hug. This might appear to be a funny undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon was the thing that was opted for.

A Naughty Cunt desperately wanted a bottle of beer that they would often smash. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of beer is the thing to opt for.

A Naughty Cunt desperately wanted a rubber johnny that they would often rub on his belly. It might have been an original operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny is the thing to opt for.