Their Funny Cunt

Their Funny Cunt needed a sword that they sometimes put down their trousers. It was a fairly different approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a sword is the thing to opt for.

Their Funny Cunt wanted a sack of potatoes that they liked to put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly different exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a sack of potatoes was the item that was selected.

Their Funny Cunt often carried a stapler that they would occasionally annihilate One might consider this to be a fairly original exercise, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a stapler having that done to it

Their Funny Cunt desperately wanted a ball that they would put down their trousers. It was a weird and wonderful idea, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was epic. Who would have thought, a ball was the item that was opted for.

Their Funny Cunt owned a bottle of coke that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a fairly weird thought, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke being the item selected.

Their Funny Cunt always had with them a computer that they sometimes annihilate This could be considered a fairly original approach to life, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a computer is the item to choose.