Her Retarded Cunt

Her Retarded Cunt desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they sometimes experiment on. This is certainly an unusual activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the item that was chosen.

Her Retarded Cunt desperately wanted a can of Tango that they would often insert somewhere. One might consider this to be an unusual exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango would be the item chosen.

Her Retarded Cunt often carried a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally break. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes would be the item chosen.

Her Retarded Cunt desperately wanted a spade that they sometimes drop. It would have been an exciting thought, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a spade would be the item that was opted for.

Her Retarded Cunt looked for a mug that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a fairly strange idea, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a mug being the thing selected.

Her Retarded Cunt often carried a painting of a melon to sit and look at. This seems to be a different operation, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was awesome. A painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.