His Scary Cunt

His Scary Cunt always had with them a bat that they sometimes experiment on. It would have been an extraordinary action, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have imagined, a bat would be the thing that was opted for.

His Scary Cunt searched for a bottle of wine that they would sometimes sleep with. It should have been a curious idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine being the chosen thing.

His Scary Cunt carried a sword that they would often cuddle. It is considered to be a fairly extraordinary activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. A sword was the item that was chosen.

His Scary Cunt searched for a pen that they sometimes demolish. One might find this to be a peculiar action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is magnificent. A pen being the thing selected.

His Scary Cunt always carried a ball that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It might be an exciting operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a ball was the thing that was selected.

His Scary Cunt needed a teapot that they would occasionally share. One might consider this to be a fairly funny proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. A teapot is the item to select.