A Beautiful Cunt

A Beautiful Cunt desired a stapler that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly different undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler was the item that was opted for.

A Beautiful Cunt often carried a pint of cider that they sometimes experiment on. It was considered to be a fairly curious undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a pint of cider was the thing that was chosen.

A Beautiful Cunt carried a chocolate bar that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a surprising operation, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a chocolate bar is the item that was chosen.

A Beautiful Cunt wanted a chocolate bar to worship. It would have been an original activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar was the item that was chosen.

A Beautiful Cunt desperately needed a Harry Potter wand that they would often smash. It would be an extraordinary operation, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be exciting. Remarkably, a Harry Potter wand being the thing selected.

A Beautiful Cunt desperately desired a cucumber that they would occasionally hug. It would be a fairly exciting thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have imagined, a cucumber was the chosen item.