His Funny Cunt

His Funny Cunt desperately craved for a rubber chicken to try to balance on their head. It would be a fairly curious undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was out of this world. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken would be the item that was selected.

His Funny Cunt craved for a helmet that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It would have been a fairly surprising operation, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet was the item that was selected.

His Funny Cunt desperately craved for a crown that they would often sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly odd proposal, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a crown is the item to opt for.

His Funny Cunt needed a cheese grater that they would occasionally play with. This is certainly an original thing to do, to me, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater is the item to opt for.

His Funny Cunt desired a tomato that they would occasionally break. This might appear to be a fairly original thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be fun. Who would have imagined, a tomato being the item opted for.

His Funny Cunt wanted a CD player that they would often annihilate One might consider this to be a different thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the item that was chosen.