My Lovely Cunt

My Lovely Cunt craved for a wig that they would sometimes break. It would have been an extraordinary operation, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig was the item that was chosen.

My Lovely Cunt always kept a can of coke that they would sometimes hug. One might consider this to be a fairly funny action, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was sublime. Strangely, a can of coke was the thing that was selected.

My Lovely Cunt searched for a spade that they would insert somewhere. It should be a peculiar idea, to you, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was amazing. Honestly, a spade was the thing that was selected.

My Lovely Cunt needed a ball that they sometimes throw. This seems to be an astonishing action, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be wonderful. A ball was the item that was chosen.

My Lovely Cunt desperately looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would eat. It would have been a different exercise, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to opt for.

My Lovely Cunt desired a pint of beer to put down their trousers. It is considered to be an astonishing suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderous. Strangely, a pint of beer of all things.