A Nervous Cunt

A Nervous Cunt desperately searched for a tomato that they would often put in the bath with him. It should be a strange thought, to some, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a tomato would be the item chosen.

A Nervous Cunt desperately looked for a vibrator to play with. This could be considered a fairly new activity, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, breathtaking. A vibrator would be the item chosen.

A Nervous Cunt owned a ball that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It would have been an extraordinary proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a ball having that done to it

A Nervous Cunt needed a stretchman that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It was a new idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, out of this world. Honestly, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.

A Nervous Cunt found a can of Dr Pepper that they would often put down their trousers. It was a new suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing that was chosen.

A Nervous Cunt craved for a big sponge that they sometimes put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a big sponge is the thing to choose.