Bum Loving Cunt

Bum Loving Cunt always had with them a rubber johnny that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a somewhat surprising idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be entertaining. Who would have thought, a rubber johnny was the item that was selected.

Bum Loving Cunt desperately looked for a can of Tango that they sometimes sit and look at. It would be a weird undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have thought, a can of Tango was the thing that was opted for.

Bum Loving Cunt always had with them a custard pie to worship. This could be considered a fairly exciting action, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a custard pie being the thing opted for.

Bum Loving Cunt desperately needed a CD player that they would embrace. It might be a fairly new operation, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was epic. A CD player is the thing to opt for.

Bum Loving Cunt often carried a bat that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should be an exciting undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a bat was the thing that was selected.

Bum Loving Cunt carried a little monkey that they would embrace. It should be a weird undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Strangely, a little monkey being the thing opted for.