My Fucking Cunt

My Fucking Cunt often carried a rubber johnny that they would occasionally put up their bum. This might appear to be an astonishing idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, out of this world. Honestly, a rubber johnny is the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Cunt carried a bottle of beer that they would often put up their bum. This could be considered a new activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer having that done to it

My Fucking Cunt desired a tomato that they liked to try to balance on their head. This seems a peculiar action, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, entertaining. Remarkably, a tomato is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Cunt often carried a pint of cider that they sometimes play with. It would be a fairly funny undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a pint of cider having that done to it

My Fucking Cunt desperately needed a ball that they would sometimes worship. It would have been an odd approach to life, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a ball is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Cunt searched for a vibrator that they liked to share. It would be a curious suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was entertaining. A vibrator was the item that was chosen.