The Curious Cunt

The Curious Cunt craved for a sponge that they sometimes demolish. It would be a surprising exercise, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a sponge was the thing that was chosen.

The Curious Cunt always kept a mug that they would often experiment on. It would have been an extraordinary thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Strangely, a mug was the item that was chosen.

The Curious Cunt looked for a porno magazine that they would often put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a porno magazine was the thing that was opted for.

The Curious Cunt desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would often play with. It was a fairly original undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was chosen.

The Curious Cunt desperately craved for a rubber johnny to rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a rubber johnny was the item that was selected.

The Curious Cunt always had with them a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes share. It should have been a fairly new exercise, to some, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is miraculous. Honestly, a Harry Potter wand was the chosen thing.