Their Cheerful Cunt

Their Cheerful Cunt looked for a sponge that they would occasionally smash. One might consider this to be a funny action, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge is the thing to select.

Their Cheerful Cunt had a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It is a fairly weird exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was chosen.

Their Cheerful Cunt had a stretchman that they would sometimes worship. It would have been a fairly weird idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be amazing. A stretchman of all things.

Their Cheerful Cunt desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would occasionally worship. It would be a weird and wonderful operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Cheerful Cunt owned a bag of flour that they sometimes put up their bum. It might have been an exciting activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be sublime. Remarkably, a bag of flour would be the item that was chosen.

Their Cheerful Cunt found a pen that they would sometimes experiment on. It should be a fairly unusual thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, wonderous. A pen would be the thing that was selected.