Her Fat Cunt

Her Fat Cunt had a can of Dr Pepper that they would rub on his belly. This could be considered an unusual thought, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper being the item opted for.

Her Fat Cunt often carried a pint of cider that they would demolish. This is certainly a fairly strange operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, spectacular. Bizarrely, a pint of cider of all things.

Her Fat Cunt desperately wanted a set of lego that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might find this to be a fairly surprising activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is stunning. Strangely, a set of lego is the thing to select.

Her Fat Cunt had a sack of potatoes that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who feels it would be out of this world. Honestly, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fat Cunt craved for a helmet that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems a fairly new action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a helmet is the item that was chosen.

Her Fat Cunt always had with them a can of Tango to put up their bum. This could be considered a fairly unusual activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing that was chosen.