A Crypting Cunt

A Crypting Cunt desperately searched for a CD player that they would occasionally put on his head. One might find this to be a weird suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a CD player was the item that was opted for.

A Crypting Cunt desperately searched for a hat that they would sometimes put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a hat was the item that was chosen.

A Crypting Cunt always kept a set square that they would embrace. This might appear to be an exciting undertaking, to some, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a set square is the thing to select.

A Crypting Cunt desperately wanted a pint of cider that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This might appear to be a fairly curious thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be magnificent. Honestly, a pint of cider would be the thing that was opted for.

A Crypting Cunt carried a tomato that they liked to insert somewhere. This seems an original approach to life, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a tomato would be the item that was opted for.

A Crypting Cunt had a sack of potatoes that they would often play with. It was a fairly different operation, to most, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes having that done to it