His Unusual Cunt

His Unusual Cunt craved for a cucumber to cuddle. It might have been a fairly curious thought, to me, but not to the Cunt, who feels it was epic. A cucumber of all things.

His Unusual Cunt looked for a bag of flour that they liked to demolish. This could be considered a fairly odd approach to life, to most, but not to the Cunt, who considered it was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

His Unusual Cunt found a painting of a melon that they would occasionally drop. This seems to be a bizarre thought, to me, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon being the item selected.

His Unusual Cunt desperately craved for a cup that they sometimes experiment on. It is a fairly new exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was sublime. A cup was the thing that was opted for.

His Unusual Cunt always had with them a cucumber to play with. It is a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who considered it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber was the thing that was opted for.

His Unusual Cunt desired a sword that they would drop. This seems to be a somewhat surprising activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who thought that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a sword was the item that was opted for.