Their Scary Cunt

Their Scary Cunt desperately needed a set of lego that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly new thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it was exciting. A set of lego would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Scary Cunt craved for a pen to put in the bath with him. It would be a different exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be simply life. Who would have thought, a pen is the item to opt for.

Their Scary Cunt desperately wanted a pencil sharpener that they liked to experiment on. It is a fairly original thought, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

Their Scary Cunt desperately searched for a piece of paper that they liked to embrace. It might have been a strange action, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was wonderous. A piece of paper was the thing that was chosen.

Their Scary Cunt searched for a radiator that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a radiator of all things.

Their Scary Cunt desired a dildo that they would put in the bath with him. It should have been a weird action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was epic. Bizarrely, a dildo is the thing to select.