Their Grumpy Cunt

Their Grumpy Cunt desperately craved for a cup that they liked to drop. It might have been a fairly odd operation, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup was the item that was opted for.

Their Grumpy Cunt desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would occasionally smash. It should have been an astonishing approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was sublime. A pint of beer is the thing to opt for.

Their Grumpy Cunt had a mug to play with. One might say this is a different thought, to some, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a mug being the item selected.

Their Grumpy Cunt had a custard pie to experiment on. It should be a fairly peculiar action, to most, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie having that done to it

Their Grumpy Cunt looked for a bottle of coke that they sometimes play with. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke was the chosen thing.

Their Grumpy Cunt desperately searched for a helmet that they would sometimes annihilate This seems a curious exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea is wonderous. Who would have imagined, a helmet would be the item that was opted for.