Their Anxious Cunt

Their Anxious Cunt desperately searched for a chocolate bar to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been an exciting activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a chocolate bar was the item that was chosen.

Their Anxious Cunt always kept a sword that they would break. It is a strange suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was simply life. A sword was the item that was opted for.

Their Anxious Cunt searched for a piece of paper that they would eat. It should be an unusual operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a piece of paper being the item selected.

Their Anxious Cunt always kept a vibrator to demolish. One might consider this to be a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a vibrator is the thing to opt for.

Their Anxious Cunt often carried a bag of poop that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This seems a fairly odd undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a bag of poop was the thing that was opted for.

Their Anxious Cunt often carried a bottle of beer that they liked to rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly weird proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer is the item to select.