My Colourful Cunt

My Colourful Cunt desperately looked for a can of coke that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a fairly surprising suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. Remarkably, a can of coke was the item that was chosen.

My Colourful Cunt often carried a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally embrace. It might be a surprising suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing selected.

My Colourful Cunt craved for a sword that they would often insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a sword is the thing to opt for.

My Colourful Cunt desired a bottle of coke that they liked to throw. This seems to be a fairly peculiar approach to life, to you, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the thing that was opted for.

My Colourful Cunt looked for a little monkey that they would often drop. It should have been a strange exercise, to me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a little monkey being the item opted for.

My Colourful Cunt had a bat to sleep with. It was considered to be a new proposal, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a bat was the item that was selected.