My Nervous Cunt

My Nervous Cunt owned a condom that they would sometimes worship. One might find this to be a weird approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a condom being the item selected.

My Nervous Cunt wanted a sack of potatoes that they would often hug. It is a fairly surprising proposal, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.

My Nervous Cunt often carried a ball that they would put down their trousers. It should be a fairly peculiar action, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a ball would be the item chosen.

My Nervous Cunt desperately searched for a little monkey to demolish. It would be an original operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was stunning. A little monkey being the chosen thing.

My Nervous Cunt had a pencil sharpener to cuddle. This is certainly a fairly weird thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was chosen.

My Nervous Cunt always carried a wig that they liked to hug. This is certainly a fairly different exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, out of this world. Honestly, a wig would be the item chosen.