Their Retarded Cunt

Their Retarded Cunt found a porno magazine that they liked to demolish. It should be an exciting action, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a porno magazine was the item that was selected.

Their Retarded Cunt desperately searched for a pint of cider that they liked to put down their trousers. This seems a strange activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a pint of cider having that done to it

Their Retarded Cunt desperately desired a sack of potatoes that they would embrace. It would have been a fairly peculiar thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was opted for.

Their Retarded Cunt wanted a cup that they would often drop. It might be an extraordinary undertaking, to many, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is simply life. A cup being the item selected.

Their Retarded Cunt looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It would have been a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Retarded Cunt carried a bottle of wine that they would put down their trousers. It would have been a weird and wonderful activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is spectacular. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine would be the item that was chosen.