Her Funny Cunt

Her Funny Cunt desperately needed a pencil sharpener that they sometimes put down their trousers. This could be considered an astonishing proposal, to me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have imagined, a pencil sharpener would be the chosen thing.

Her Funny Cunt always had with them a sword that they would sometimes share. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, out of this world. Honestly, a sword is the thing that was chosen.

Her Funny Cunt always had with them a tomato that they would cuddle. One might find this to be an astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was out of this world. A tomato being the chosen item.

Her Funny Cunt wanted a rubber johnny that they liked to cuddle. This seems to be a funny undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was sublime. A rubber johnny would be the item that was selected.

Her Funny Cunt desperately needed a wig that they liked to eat. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary action, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a wig is the thing that was chosen.

Her Funny Cunt always carried a little monkey that they would often smash. It might be an astonishing action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a little monkey being the item selected.