The Little Cunt

The Little Cunt wanted a porno magazine that they would hug. It might be an exciting thought, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a porno magazine would be the item chosen.

The Little Cunt desperately wanted a hat to play with. This might appear to be a fairly unusual activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a hat being the chosen thing.

The Little Cunt desperately desired a bat that they would often demolish. It should have been a somewhat surprising undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is miraculous. A bat was the chosen item.

The Little Cunt desperately desired a stretchman to try to balance on their head. It is a fairly astonishing idea, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. Honestly, a stretchman was the item that was selected.

The Little Cunt desperately craved for a custard pie that they would occasionally worship. It would have been an unusual approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was simply life. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the thing to select.

The Little Cunt desperately wanted a helmet to sit and look at. It is a fairly original approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.