His Grumpy Cunt

His Grumpy Cunt looked for a bottle of wine that they would often drop. It should be a bizarre approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine having that done to it

His Grumpy Cunt wanted a pint of cider that they would occasionally smash. One might find this to be a fairly unusual thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider being the thing selected.

His Grumpy Cunt desperately desired a sponge that they would occasionally put on his head. One might find this to be an astonishing activity, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge was the chosen thing.

His Grumpy Cunt looked for a bottle of wine that they would sometimes sleep with. One might say this is a somewhat surprising idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine would be the thing that was opted for.

His Grumpy Cunt desperately looked for a set of lego to break. This could be considered an original undertaking, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a set of lego was the item that was chosen.

His Grumpy Cunt owned a ball that they would occasionally experiment on. It should be a fairly peculiar operation, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is fun. Honestly, a ball is the thing to choose.