Her Tired Cunt

Her Tired Cunt looked for a big sponge that they would occasionally experiment on. It should be an extraordinary undertaking, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a big sponge is the item to select.

Her Tired Cunt owned a rubber chicken that they sometimes hug. One might find this to be a weird idea, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be simply life. Remarkably, a rubber chicken was the chosen item.

Her Tired Cunt found a custard pie to worship. This might appear to be a curious proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was miraculous. A custard pie is the item to choose.

Her Tired Cunt always carried a block of cheese that they would sit and look at. It should be a fairly unusual activity, to many, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Tired Cunt desperately craved for a helmet that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might say this is a fairly curious action, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was exciting. Strangely, a helmet is the item to opt for.

Her Tired Cunt looked for a cup that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might have been a weird suggestion, to many, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is epic. You wouldnt have thought, a cup being the thing selected.