Her Lonely Cunt

Her Lonely Cunt often carried a bag of poop that they would sleep with. It should have been a fairly curious thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

Her Lonely Cunt found a piece of paper that they would insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly different proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was simply life. A piece of paper was the thing that was opted for.

Her Lonely Cunt wanted a rubber johnny that they would often sleep with. This might appear to be an original thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is entertaining. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny was the thing that was chosen.

Her Lonely Cunt desperately searched for a hat that they would often play with. This might appear to be a weird thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a hat was the chosen item.

Her Lonely Cunt carried a bag of poop that they liked to annihilate One might say this is a fairly peculiar thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, epic. Strangely, a bag of poop is the thing to choose.

Her Lonely Cunt desperately wanted a pint of beer that they sometimes break. It was an unusual proposal, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was fun. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was opted for.