His Magical Cunt
His Magical Cunt owned a bag of flour that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a surprising idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be wonderful. Remarkably, a bag of flour would be the item that was selected.
His Magical Cunt always had with them a bat that they liked to annihilate This seems to be a fairly new suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a bat is the item that was chosen.
His Magical Cunt desired a pen that they would often play with. This might appear to be a fairly weird operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a pen being the item opted for.
His Magical Cunt desired a ball that they would occasionally embrace. It would be a new thing to do, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a ball is the item to choose.
His Magical Cunt always carried a bag of flour to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a surprising undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, exciting. Honestly, a bag of flour would be the thing that was selected.
His Magical Cunt always had with them a rubber chicken to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be an unusual approach to life, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.
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