My Scary Cunt

My Scary Cunt found a pint of cider that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly original idea, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was magnificent. Bizarrely, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

My Scary Cunt desperately desired a custard pie that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly funny undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

My Scary Cunt desperately looked for a rubber chicken that they would occasionally sleep with. This seems to be a fairly curious action, to most, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the item that was selected.

My Scary Cunt desperately needed a condom that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a strange thing to do, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is amazing. Remarkably, a condom was the chosen thing.

My Scary Cunt always carried a crown that they would often throw. It should have been an original undertaking, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was miraculous. A crown of all things.

My Scary Cunt desperately desired a chocolate bar that they would often demolish. One might say this is a fairly weird action, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar is the item to choose.