His Little Cunt

His Little Cunt wanted a stapler that they sometimes share. It would be a fairly weird idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler being the chosen thing.

His Little Cunt desperately wanted a big sponge that they liked to play with. It would have been a strange thought, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is stunning. Bizarrely, a big sponge was the thing that was chosen.

His Little Cunt desired a cup that they would occasionally worship. It was considered to be a peculiar exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was magnificent. A cup was the chosen item.

His Little Cunt desperately wanted a mug that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly weird idea, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug would be the item that was opted for.

His Little Cunt desperately searched for a helmet that they sometimes throw. This could be considered a fairly curious thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet was the item that was selected.

His Little Cunt always kept a piece of paper that they would often throw. It would be a fairly new operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper is the thing that was chosen.