The Bum Loving Cunt

The Bum Loving Cunt found a spade that they would put down their trousers. It might have been a fairly astonishing action, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a spade was the chosen thing.

The Bum Loving Cunt desired a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally demolish. It might be a fairly original idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper is the item to select.

The Bum Loving Cunt always carried a painting of a melon that they would sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly a curious thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was wonderful. Remarkably, a painting of a melon being the thing selected.

The Bum Loving Cunt looked for a pint of cider that they would break. It should have been a fairly strange proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea was the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider of all things.

The Bum Loving Cunt looked for a melon that they would often throw. It is a bizarre suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was stunning. Remarkably, a melon was the chosen thing.

The Bum Loving Cunt searched for a bag of flour that they would occasionally hug. It is a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to me, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour was the item that was chosen.