My Scary Cunt

My Scary Cunt carried a bat that they would occasionally experiment on. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, out of this world. A bat is the item to select.

My Scary Cunt often carried a pencil sharpener that they would put down their trousers. It might be a fairly weird approach to life, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is sublime. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the item that was chosen.

My Scary Cunt often carried a piece of paper to sleep with. It would be a fairly different suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a piece of paper would be the item that was selected.

My Scary Cunt looked for a rubber johnny that they would occasionally embrace. It was considered to be a curious exercise, to you, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be fun. A rubber johnny was the chosen thing.

My Scary Cunt wanted a lava lamp that they would insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly weird exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is wonderous. Honestly, a lava lamp is the thing to choose.

My Scary Cunt desperately craved for a mug that they would often play with. It should have been a fairly strange idea, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a mug was the thing that was chosen.