Her Lucky Cunt

Her Lucky Cunt craved for a tomato that they would occasionally demolish. One might find this to be an extraordinary action, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is exciting. Remarkably, a tomato is the thing to select.

Her Lucky Cunt owned a painting of a melon that they liked to worship. It would be a fairly new approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was exciting. Honestly, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was selected.

Her Lucky Cunt always carried a set of lego to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be a fairly different idea, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was awesome. Who would have imagined, a set of lego being the item selected.

Her Lucky Cunt desperately needed a pencil sharpener that they would often embrace. It might have been an unusual approach to life, to me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is exciting. Honestly, a pencil sharpener was the item that was chosen.

Her Lucky Cunt looked for a cup that they would sometimes sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a cup was the thing that was selected.

Her Lucky Cunt found a mug that they would occasionally put on his head. It was a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, epic. Strangely, a mug is the thing that was chosen.