Hey Australian Broadcasting Corporation, since you are telling me : Let the sea set you free! I would love to ask you if you would want all your offices in Australia to be deluged by the Piscean deep sea (from the edge of the solar system) and would you love Prakash Saint Paul to be your underwater CEO or Anthony Albanese, for that matter? And would you then forgo all the numbers 2, 20, 21, 22, 23 and 24 that you stake and adopt the number 58 or 85, that more suits you?
Hey you perverted creep Albanese, always making scapegoats of others! I’ll make a bloody meteor fall on Canberra while you are there. You ever set foot in Canberra again and you will end up in the Piscean deep sea for eternity! Bloody pussy always hiding behind other people’s skirts and using abusing other people for your owncriminal survival! COMMIT SUICIDE!!!
Hey Anthony Albanese, COMMIT SUICIDE! Somebody, Please assassinate that bloody fucking creep of a Piscean deep sea fish Albanese before the entire Australia is deluged by him! Hey Australian High Courts or Supreme Courts, don’t you have the courage to put Albanese to rigorous life imprisonment in a cell numbered 58! I command you to do it! Or Hey, ADF just gun him down and fling his corpse in the Antarctic Ocean!
Anthony Albanese, you want lowda? Jodie Hard-on has no lowda, divorce her! Hahahahaha! Prakash Saint Paul, you want lowda? Meena doesn’t have lowda, divorce her! Hahahahaha! Prakash Saint Paul, you want gaandh! How many times Phunnu died because you wanted gaandh! Who among your brothers and sisters and their families have gaandh, they are all perpetual gandhagi that ate everybody’s money illegitimately!
Hey you desperate creep Prakash Saint Paul! Don’t think you and Albanese can compel me to forgive both of you, by blindfolding and treacherising me! Get fucked! If I am capable of defeating my own armies, I am capable of never forgiving you know matter how slithering, unscrupulous you both are! Get fucked!
I am not demoralised by the hypocrisy of others! I have never asked anybody’s favours in return for the favours I’ve done them. Trump are you listening? You can be sodomised by evil, of course, and anyone can be…any of my armies? So what can I look forward to from anyone? Hahahaha! I just have to do it on my own steam! Remember! I am so brave that I do it with my blindfolds on! I am not going to disclose to anyone whether I want to take two steps forward, or one step back! And Allah, I ask you a question: which of the two would you choose, Saudi Arabia or Iran/ Shia or Sunni? I mock the way you all fear Prakash Saint Paul (Albanese and Labor, how lucky you are?). The rest of you all are too afraid to be brave. But I don’t blame you all. Kabza, hadap, morphing to machchari giri after all! So, I don’t blame you all!
Hey, Angus Taylor, do you like the bite of that Piscean deep sea fish Albanese? Those God-forsaken Laborers are always benefitting because Prakash Saint Paul is always trying to make it convenient for himself, and he thinks that I just have blindfolds on all the time, so he can get away with his treachery against me! I am not afraid of defeat, it is those creeps who committed eternal crimes and treachery against me who are afraid of defeat! My own family thinks Prakash Saint Paul is the saint. Of course, he is the saint from that hideous fishy deep sea heaven. They (my family) wouldn’t want to believe me, not even though I suffered so much to protect them from his villainy. I am so replete with so much ingratitude from all of you. Thank you!
You fucking Allah is the Moon. Scorpio/ Aries are the sun. Mars is Virgo and Aries. That fucking deep sea Nibiru is Libra and Pisces. Shame on you you evil desperate Prakash Saint Paul! You are nothing else but a scaly fish from the Piscean deep sea at the edge of the solar system. If you and that bloody evil consort of yours Anthony Albanese, the bloody piece of gills and scales, try to be anything else you will drown in your own bellies which is nothing else but the Piscean deep sea that you belong to! That I curse! Get fucked!
Hey you dirty Piscean scaly fish Albanese! You want to be anything else but the fish you are, I’ll fuck you dirty stinking fish, along with that Prakash Saint Paul for eternity. The next time that farting creep from his mouth Prakash Saint Paul changes the arrangement of the order of the dimensions, the solar system or the universe, he and his brothers and sisters and their families, his ancestors, and you and your fucking ancestors will be accursed to eternal torture, rape and debilitation. Get fucked you piddle of shit with Prakash Saint Paul to the Piscean deep sea, Nibiru, the evil place you both belong to for eternity. Smash you two to bits so that you float at the edge of the solar system for eternity! Don’t you dare waylay my family anymore you fishy creeps! Destroy you sodomisers. Fuck you!
Sun! Sun! I will only think you would have won, if you burn out that Prakash Saint Paul; he has only treachery and no balls. He wants Lowda! Make him go to Karnataka and cocksuck Deve Gowda!
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