Floating aloft in gas balloons Manly Men shot their blunderbusses in duels until the loser fell from the sky

And do you think wherever he splatted they had the minutest courtesy to hand him a participation trophy...?

Take that AntiFa you shriveled up vulture scrotum.

Also, while nursing my seed from her ginormous milk wuggles a servile wench runs me a hot bath in a barrel and cleans the mud out me work boots while I ferociously devour a home cooked meal made and grown by said damsel in the garden she tills with what pitiful tools I spare her.