Her Cheerful Cunt

Her Cheerful Cunt desperately needed a crown that they would sometimes eat. It would have been a fairly original suggestion, to many, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a crown is the thing that was chosen.

Her Cheerful Cunt searched for a painting of a melon that they would put up their bum. It was considered to be a fairly original operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected it was sublime. A painting of a melon was the item that was opted for.

Her Cheerful Cunt craved for a set square that they sometimes put up their bum. One might consider this to be a new activity, to some, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a set square was the item that was opted for.

Her Cheerful Cunt desperately craved for a CD player that they would experiment on. It might have been a fairly funny exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a CD player would be the item that was chosen.

Her Cheerful Cunt carried a painting of a melon to worship. It would be an odd activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a painting of a melon is the thing to opt for.

Her Cheerful Cunt needed a pint of cider that they would sleep with. This is certainly a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to me, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be out of this world. Who would have thought, a pint of cider being the thing selected.