My Crypting Cunt

My Crypting Cunt desperately needed a chocolate bar that they would sometimes throw. It is a weird undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. A chocolate bar is the item that was chosen.

My Crypting Cunt desperately desired a sponge that they sometimes drop. One might consider this to be a surprising undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who expected it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a sponge would be the thing that was opted for.

My Crypting Cunt owned a wig that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to most, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a wig was the item that was opted for.

My Crypting Cunt searched for a set of lego that they would sometimes put up their bum. This seems to be a fairly funny suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a set of lego would be the thing that was selected.

My Crypting Cunt found a melon that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be an odd proposal, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who felt that this idea is out of this world. A melon is the item to choose.

My Crypting Cunt desperately searched for a pen to put up their bum. It should have been a new idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who felt it was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a pen would be the item that was selected.