My Boring Cunt

My Boring Cunt found a pint of cider to experiment on. It is a peculiar operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider was the item that was opted for.

My Boring Cunt desperately craved for a pen that they would occasionally eat. It was a funny exercise, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is out of this world. Honestly, a pen would be the item chosen.

My Boring Cunt desperately needed a rubber johnny that they liked to break. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was epic. Who would have thought, a rubber johnny was the item that was chosen.

My Boring Cunt craved for a crown to smash. It would have been a weird and wonderful operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be entertaining. Who would have imagined, a crown is the thing to select.

My Boring Cunt desperately looked for a helmet that they liked to annihilate It should be a weird and wonderful proposal, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet being the chosen thing.

My Boring Cunt always carried a pint of beer that they sometimes demolish. It was a weird and wonderful proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.