Leggy lass in the mind and brain (less) and jobless trolls ravaging social media with a sense of false bonhomie and ungentle 140 liners to preach. No wonder social media and its ilk like Twitter is nurturing dicks spreading their might all over the place. See! It’s no mental masturbation and fuckers scratching something else rather than the grey cells.
Sanskari legs and tit rather than tat-it’s the difference you see sir and blame it on the tempo soaring, Bharatiya sanskar. After all, our Priyanka Chopra met Modi ji bas idhar udhar ki seedhi si baat. The PM not protesting but mango people on Twitter are! A tale of running after a bone…what legs can do to the brains and PeeCee just showed how! Sanskar is polluted. The right to feel offended after somethingy which is not theirs but someone else. How unsanskari is our Priyanka! They are crying hoarse. Weird na! Protesting over an alien and invisible prized asset. It must be UFO sighted. Maan na Maan mein tere mehman. Arre! You should do something with your own personal legs, na. Own it, baby! Walk with your own feet to protest in la-la land. Stretch it for it’s healthy.
Brahmachar counting drop of tears to procreate. I should know something about it for being a bachelor. Na! The whole peacock tears are such a wrong idea that I may not survive in the zoo on my own. Now, who made my sex life irrelevant? It’s an old age rocket science puzzle on who came first the egg or the chicken. Who gonna solve it for me? How about striving to become the next Einstein on the number of the peacock’s tears landing in the peahen lap to make troll babies on the run like chimpanzees going wild in the kingdom of gyaan and morality. Ask our dearest trolls about it for they have definite answers how to fuck and don’t tell.
The green peacock and peahens would soon migrate to Pakistan and trust Donald Trump to erect the great wall telling us how to coo in our own lands for the opportunity is missing and lost in the flick of dust. We should create a Ministry of Offense and Defence against legs and clothes of personal choice where the brainless will scribble on what to do and not to, veil from top to toe and blinkers on the eyes not to see anything. Bura mat dekh! Bura mat sun! Bura mat kar! Check out the chopped brains who can’t see anything beyond PeeCee legs. After all, our Priyanka is Piggy Chops who can slice brainless converso and the trolls counting the soaring temperature or tears replacing rainwater for a good monsoon this season.
You see Sir! Our Piggy Chops is no Peahen who will change the color of her dress to don saffron when meeting Modi-ji. Unmodified version and she stays true to herself. I’d prefer Shining PeeCee to ‘Shining India’ campaign that went for a toss. Baaton Baaton mein I forgot how our PM could do away with his advisors for there is no dearth of freebies on social media to tell women what’s not to wear. Waise bhai saab chutiya ki kami nahin hai online pe. How about doing monkey business? That way our desh will save millions and no ghotala! May be our Chaddi and Banyans need an image makeover to cover with the skin of the national tiger which we gotta preserve in the zoo to save money like the caved men. Amazed I am on how many would do their Ph.D. and rewrite the sequel for CB’s Five Point Someone…what not to wear when meeting PM in Videsh! May be Chetan Sir has something to say about it.
It must be worse than watching Pornsutra after foodsutra at the amount of gyan dolled out to PeeCee on social media. Nah! I still prefer calling her Piggy Chops for the name itself would create a storm in chopping the pea…cock of horrible ideas on her dress. I should stop wearing shorts for someone somewhere would take offense for showing my hairy male leg. Nah! No libido generating activity in reaching the climax of orgasm just for pouring stupidity on Priyanka’s dress. Next heard, the dress is auctioned exclusively to trolls coming with the most genius idea worth crores.
Papa don’t preach! Oh Mister India! Haar Kaapre pe likha hai pehnewale (i) ka naam. Next time watch your garments for Sirius must be watching somewhere.
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