Wallholm: City of flintlock cocks
"Hear ye, hear ye! Our excellency, King Renaldo Rumpus has decreed that all women who cheat on their husbands will be branded and dually fucked by black people." The newsboy's face was red from screaming on a soap box for hours. "Oh gee, I need a break! A boys gotta eat afterall." The kid ate a sandwich and walked straight into a red-lit Victorian brothel and got his pecker sucked buy busty slags. "Aren't you a big boy!" said Belinda as he emptied his ball bags onto her chin. In the city of Wallholm, many a strange thing occur.
Interesting, rowdy and pompous people crowded the market district, all there for one purpose: The new Flintlock Cock sheath had been released to the public. This contraption made Cumming enjoyable tenfold, the intensity causing hallucinations. "I'd like the XXL Flintcock please!" "That'll be 50 shillings you cunt!" "Nigger!" Bids for flintcocks filled the air. Men immediately pulled their cocks out and attached the new product. Didn't matter if people saw. Some even sword fought, clanking their steampunk dicks together repeatedly. *Thunk thunk thunk chink!* *BLAM* one man loaded too much gunpowder in his flintcock and it blew his dick straight up. Cock meat splattered the crowds faces as a bird shit on an old mans monocle. Birdshit dripped down his mutton chops and he licked his lips. The man ran up the tree to the birds nest and took a steaming steampunk dump on the eggs.
As the clocktower chimed, the sun started to set and men funneled into the brothels. This night would not be quiet, indeed it was filled with the gunshots of countless flintcocks going off as people blew their steamy steampunk spunk into the sluts k-holes. "Jolly good fuck, ma'am. Jolly good fuck indeed." Said a man with black powder stains on his cheeks.
At this, the fat Uncle from Harry Potter put a colt .45 in his mouth and pulled the trigger
THE END