My Eccentric Cunt

My Eccentric Cunt needed a custard pie that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a custard pie is the item to select.

My Eccentric Cunt craved for a little monkey that they would occasionally break. This might appear to be an unusual operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a little monkey would be the thing that was chosen.

My Eccentric Cunt always carried a cucumber that they would often hug. It was considered to be an original exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was exciting. A cucumber would be the item that was chosen.

My Eccentric Cunt owned a sword that they would occasionally cuddle. It was a bizarre idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was amazing. Who would have imagined, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

My Eccentric Cunt owned a bottle of wine that they would sometimes cuddle. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to you, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine of all things.

My Eccentric Cunt carried a big sponge that they would sometimes throw. This seems a fairly original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who thought it would be magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a big sponge being the chosen thing.