The Magical Cunt

The Magical Cunt craved for a custard pie that they sometimes put on his head. It should be a curious approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the thing to choose.

The Magical Cunt desperately desired a cup to try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly odd thought, to many, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was exciting. A cup would be the thing that was chosen.

The Magical Cunt often carried a computer that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This might appear to be an original activity, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was epic. A computer was the thing that was selected.

The Magical Cunt found a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a different proposal, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is the most awesome idea. A Harry Potter wand being the thing selected.

The Magical Cunt desperately looked for a bottle of wine that they would often drop. It would be a strange exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be entertaining. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine is the item to select.

The Magical Cunt owned a sack of potatoes that they sometimes rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a surprising action, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.