Her Naughty Cunt

Her Naughty Cunt looked for a helmet that they would often drop. It might have been a fairly new activity, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be fun. Who would have imagined, a helmet is the item to opt for.

Her Naughty Cunt searched for a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally annihilate It should be an extraordinary thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was miraculous. A sack of potatoes being the thing opted for.

Her Naughty Cunt always carried a can of coke that they would sometimes embrace. It might have been a weird exercise, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a can of coke is the thing to select.

Her Naughty Cunt desperately craved for a stretchman that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a strange suggestion, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a stretchman is the thing to select.

Her Naughty Cunt always had with them a ball that they would demolish. It would be an odd activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a ball would be the item that was selected.

Her Naughty Cunt had a condom that they liked to play with. It should have been an extraordinary thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was fun. Remarkably, a condom was the chosen thing.