Exceptional Cunt

Exceptional Cunt often carried a block of cheese that they would sometimes sleep with. It should be an exciting activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be fun. A block of cheese was the thing that was chosen.

Exceptional Cunt desperately looked for a custard pie that they would often rub on his belly. It is a weird and wonderful exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

Exceptional Cunt desperately searched for a sword that they would sometimes eat. It is a weird proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a sword would be the item that was selected.

Exceptional Cunt had a sponge that they liked to put in the bath with him. This seems to be a new exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge is the thing that was chosen.

Exceptional Cunt searched for a ball that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be simply life. Who would have thought, a ball was the chosen thing.

Exceptional Cunt desperately desired a custard pie that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It would be a fairly funny thing to do, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.