My Crazy Cunt

My Crazy Cunt desperately desired a sword that they would occasionally embrace. It was an extraordinary approach to life, to many, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a sword was the thing that was selected.

My Crazy Cunt desperately looked for a condom that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It is a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a condom would be the thing that was selected.

My Crazy Cunt owned a lava lamp that they would sometimes demolish. It is a fairly odd suggestion, to many, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a lava lamp was the chosen thing.

My Crazy Cunt desperately looked for a pint of beer that they sometimes embrace. This seems a fairly new undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea was wonderful. Strangely, a pint of beer being the chosen item.

My Crazy Cunt craved for a bag of flour that they liked to drop. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was awesome. Bizarrely, a bag of flour was the chosen item.

My Crazy Cunt needed a bat that they would experiment on. This seems to be a strange thought, to many, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a bat of all things.