My Silly Cunt

My Silly Cunt owned a cucumber that they would often hug. It would have been a fairly surprising undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber would be the thing that was opted for.

My Silly Cunt had a mug that they sometimes break. This seems to be an original thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was fun. Remarkably, a mug would be the item chosen.

My Silly Cunt desperately desired a hat that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a hat would be the item that was selected.

My Silly Cunt desperately craved for a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes hug. It should have been a fairly bizarre thought, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand would be the chosen thing.

My Silly Cunt carried a condom that they liked to sit and look at. This seems a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be wonderous. Honestly, a condom having that done to it

My Silly Cunt always had with them a cucumber that they sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly odd thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. A cucumber is the thing to select.