My Lovely Cunt

My Lovely Cunt wanted a piece of paper that they sometimes eat. It should be a fairly peculiar activity, to many, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper is the thing that was chosen.

My Lovely Cunt desperately craved for a bat to try to balance on their head. It might be a funny thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a bat is the item that was chosen.

My Lovely Cunt found a set square that they sometimes play with. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. Remarkably, a set square was the thing that was opted for.

My Lovely Cunt always kept a teapot that they would often demolish. It was considered to be an astonishing exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be wonderful. Strangely, a teapot would be the chosen thing.

My Lovely Cunt desperately needed a cucumber that they would eat. It is a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a cucumber would be the thing that was chosen.

My Lovely Cunt searched for a porno magazine that they sometimes put down their trousers. One might consider this to be an odd thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a porno magazine would be the item chosen.