Her Stupid Cunt

Her Stupid Cunt desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally throw. This seems a fairly curious operation, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

Her Stupid Cunt always kept a bat that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, epic. Bizarrely, a bat was the item that was chosen.

Her Stupid Cunt owned a sword that they liked to sit and look at. It would have been a fairly bizarre proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a sword was the chosen thing.

Her Stupid Cunt craved for a wig to worship. This might appear to be a fairly curious thought, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a wig would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Stupid Cunt carried a helmet that they would often cuddle. This might appear to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet would be the item that was opted for.

Her Stupid Cunt desperately wanted a stapler that they would sometimes break. It would have been a fairly funny suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a stapler is the item to opt for.