Shmeelo gets his dicc beat by Silent Clock
It's fuckin' cold in here, Shmeelo thought to himself as he browsed Funnyjunk. The shitposter, for whatever fucking reason, had decided at some dumb-ass fucking time that he was gonna post the same, like, 4 images over and over again. He managed to get likes doing this. How? That's beyond me. I just write the porn. Anyways, this britbong muzzie lover was doin' the same shit as usual, when the apartment door BURST THE FUCK OPEN
"NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK" Shmeelo screamed. He got shot with a Nerf Gun by a bobby from the ground. The guy had good aim. I mean, Shmeelo is, like, on the goddamn 31st floor. Damn. Finally, after like a solid minute, the shitlord noticed the fagweed that broke into his home: his boy Silent Clock.
"YO IT'S ME, LEMME BEAT THAT DICK" he screamed.
"NO WHAT THE FUCK" Shmeelo repiled, with equal volume. But it was too late. Silent pounced at him.
"THE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK" he wryyyyd. Soon, the pants were removed, and the meat was ready to be beat like fucking ground beef, in this bitch.
"Please don't do it, Clock, or should i say, Silent Cock! Heh lmao" Mr. nervously laughed. He was terrified. Not of the Clock, but of the mashing his spry young peenor was finna receive.
"It's time."
"No, please, stop this"
"Nah, dude"
"Silent no"
"SILENT YES" It was too late now for Shmeelo. The beatin' had already begun.
The sound of the thrashing was like nothing the world had heard before. It was like listening to a serenade to Pickle Rick, while the singer was getting raped in the ass by culturally enriching Muslims and getting bombed n trucked at the SAME TIME. It wasn't like a continent-sized cacophony of sweaty japs and amerifags beating their 3 inch members. It was worse. The beating was so lound Shmeelo's screams were drowned out. They were screams of pain and pleasure, as the light speed Clock's hands maneuvered at. But there were no cummies. Almost there, tho.
Soon enough, Shmeelo began to shout.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIYYYYYIIIIYIYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he howled, as litres and litres of cummies exited from his, uhh, aw, shit, what's a dickle word. Wait. Yes, cummies were shot out of his Dickle Rick like a fucking Nerf Jolt. Shit's mad strong. Anyway, his dick just fell off after the cum. Silent left the room, and Shmeelo grabbed his properly licensed butter knife and slit his own throat, saving us from his autism. He needed to beat the D like 7 times a day, so losing it basically ended everything. Nothing interesting happened after. Jesus, just lemme take a shit
end.