Her Angry Cunt

Her Angry Cunt always kept a helmet that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This seems a fairly original proposal, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a helmet was the chosen item.

Her Angry Cunt always carried a radiator that they would worship. It should be a fairly original thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, amazing. A radiator was the item that was opted for.

Her Angry Cunt desperately searched for a teapot that they liked to sleep with. It would have been a weird undertaking, to many, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. A teapot would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Angry Cunt desperately wanted a CD player that they would sometimes smash. This is certainly a fairly weird exercise, to me, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a CD player would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Angry Cunt always kept a dildo that they would sometimes hug. One might consider this to be a fairly funny idea, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a dildo is the thing to choose.

Her Angry Cunt always had with them a can of coke that they sometimes sleep with. It should have been a fairly different exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be exciting. A can of coke would be the item that was chosen.