Their Boring Cunt

Their Boring Cunt found a set square that they would sometimes throw. It might have been a weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a set square was the thing that was chosen.

Their Boring Cunt needed a can of Tango that they would occasionally embrace. It should have been a fairly astonishing idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a can of Tango would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Boring Cunt always had with them a cheese grater that they would experiment on. It should be a fairly funny approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a cheese grater was the chosen thing.

Their Boring Cunt desperately looked for a can of coke that they sometimes smash. It is a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a can of coke was the item that was chosen.

Their Boring Cunt searched for a sword that they would sometimes embrace. It might have been a fairly weird suggestion, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword is the thing to opt for.

Their Boring Cunt carried a sack of potatoes that they sometimes worship. It would be an astonishing exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was wonderous. A sack of potatoes was the item that was selected.