A Bum Loving Cunt

A Bum Loving Cunt had a can of coke that they would often throw. It is an original activity, to many, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke being the chosen item.

A Bum Loving Cunt often carried a spade that they liked to put down their trousers. It was a surprising activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a spade is the item to choose.

A Bum Loving Cunt always kept a little monkey that they would often play with. It should have been a fairly exciting idea, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was fun. A little monkey was the thing that was selected.

A Bum Loving Cunt always carried a melon that they would sometimes eat. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have thought, a melon being the thing opted for.

A Bum Loving Cunt desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be an astonishing approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.

A Bum Loving Cunt always kept a hat that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It was considered to be a fairly exciting proposal, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be miraculous. Who would have imagined, a hat having that done to it