Their Lonely Cunt

Their Lonely Cunt always had with them a rubber chicken that they would put up their bum. One might consider this to be a surprising thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was awesome. A rubber chicken would be the item that was chosen.

Their Lonely Cunt had a bottle of wine that they liked to throw. It was a fairly astonishing suggestion, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the item that was chosen.

Their Lonely Cunt desperately wanted a teapot that they sometimes put up their bum. This seems an odd operation, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a teapot is the item that was chosen.

Their Lonely Cunt carried a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a bizarre idea, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.

Their Lonely Cunt needed a sword that they would eat. This seems an astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a sword having that done to it

Their Lonely Cunt desperately craved for a bottle of beer that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was epic. Strangely, a bottle of beer being the chosen item.