The Magical Cunt

The Magical Cunt searched for a custard pie that they would insert somewhere. It was considered to be an original operation, to some, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a custard pie would be the item that was selected.

The Magical Cunt desperately searched for a condom that they would cuddle. This is certainly a fairly curious idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a condom was the item that was chosen.

The Magical Cunt desired a cheese grater to sleep with. It was an extraordinary approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is awesome. Who would have thought, a cheese grater was the thing that was selected.

The Magical Cunt desired a bag of poop that they would often sit and look at. One might consider this to be a strange undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be simply life. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the item that was selected.

The Magical Cunt found a stapler that they would often break. One might consider this to be a fairly strange thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler was the thing that was selected.

The Magical Cunt looked for a sack of potatoes to put in the bath with him. It might have been a strange suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was opted for.