Her Scary Cunt

Her Scary Cunt had a bag of poop that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should be a fairly unusual thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who considered that it was in fact, epic. Who would have thought, a bag of poop being the thing selected.

Her Scary Cunt had a pint of cider that they liked to drop. One might say this is a surprising thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

Her Scary Cunt wanted a bottle of wine that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be an astonishing idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a bottle of wine would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Scary Cunt often carried a stapler that they would occasionally experiment on. It was a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was awesome. Honestly, a stapler is the thing to select.

Her Scary Cunt had a rubber chicken that they would often play with. It should be a funny idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken having that done to it

Her Scary Cunt owned a porno magazine that they would often try to balance on their head. One might find this to be an original operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a porno magazine would be the item chosen.