My Boring Cunt

My Boring Cunt often carried a piece of paper that they would occasionally annihilate It was a fairly new undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a piece of paper is the thing that was chosen.

My Boring Cunt carried a crown that they would often drop. This could be considered an extraordinary undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be miraculous. Who would have imagined, a crown would be the item chosen.

My Boring Cunt often carried a sword that they sometimes sleep with. It is considered to be a fairly extraordinary activity, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was wonderful. Remarkably, a sword would be the thing that was selected.

My Boring Cunt desperately needed a vibrator that they would often put down their trousers. It should be an original activity, to me, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was wonderous. Strangely, a vibrator having that done to it

My Boring Cunt always kept a sword that they would cuddle. It might be a bizarre action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the item that was chosen.

My Boring Cunt desperately searched for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally worship. It would have been a fairly extraordinary thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke being the item selected.