A Talented Cunt

A Talented Cunt always carried a helmet that they would occasionally smash. It would have been a bizarre thought, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be miraculous. Honestly, a helmet would be the thing that was opted for.

A Talented Cunt searched for a sack of potatoes that they liked to insert somewhere. It was an unusual proposal, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thought it was awesome. Honestly, a sack of potatoes would be the item chosen.

A Talented Cunt found a mug that they would sit and look at. It would be a surprising undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was magnificent. A mug was the item that was chosen.

A Talented Cunt found a Harry Potter wand that they liked to hug. This seems to be a bizarre suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Honestly, a Harry Potter wand is the item to choose.

A Talented Cunt often carried a pint of cider that they would sit and look at. One might say this is a different exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider is the item to opt for.

A Talented Cunt looked for a rubber johnny that they sometimes play with. It would be a fairly different action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, entertaining. A rubber johnny was the chosen item.