His Hungry Cunt

His Hungry Cunt desperately desired a big sponge that they sometimes sit and look at. It should be a weird action, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge was the thing that was opted for.

His Hungry Cunt needed a bottle of wine that they would occasionally sit and look at. It should be a different activity, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is exciting. Remarkably, a bottle of wine being the thing opted for.

His Hungry Cunt searched for a lava lamp that they would throw. It might be an unusual action, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a lava lamp being the thing selected.

His Hungry Cunt carried a bag of flour that they would often put down their trousers. This seems to be a strange approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Strangely, a bag of flour being the chosen thing.

His Hungry Cunt craved for a bag of poop that they would occasionally put up their bum. It might have been an exciting action, to me, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was amazing. Bizarrely, a bag of poop is the item to opt for.

His Hungry Cunt searched for a big sponge that they would sometimes smash. This seems a fairly new thing to do, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the thing to choose.