Their Bum Loving Cunt

Their Bum Loving Cunt always carried a custard pie that they would often throw. This might appear to be a peculiar operation, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

Their Bum Loving Cunt desperately searched for a custard pie to hug. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

Their Bum Loving Cunt desperately craved for a bag of flour to eat. It should be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be wonderous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour would be the thing that was opted for.

Their Bum Loving Cunt looked for a chocolate bar that they sometimes put down their trousers. One might say this is a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar being the thing opted for.

Their Bum Loving Cunt craved for a ball that they would occasionally drop. It should have been an astonishing exercise, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a ball would be the thing that was selected.

Their Bum Loving Cunt desperately searched for a computer that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems to be an unusual proposal, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a computer would be the item that was chosen.