My Scary Cunt

My Scary Cunt desperately looked for a pencil sharpener that they would break. It might be a fairly new suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was selected.

My Scary Cunt often carried a cucumber that they sometimes experiment on. This could be considered a fairly bizarre operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber would be the thing that was opted for.

My Scary Cunt desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It should have been a curious proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was spectacular. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

My Scary Cunt always had with them a computer that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It should have been a surprising suggestion, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a computer was the thing that was chosen.

My Scary Cunt desperately wanted a radiator that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might consider this to be a somewhat surprising activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a radiator would be the item that was selected.

My Scary Cunt searched for a porno magazine that they would occasionally throw. One might consider this to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Honestly, a porno magazine would be the thing that was opted for.