ah juan picking cunt sin's cherries

after the TAK BOLEH TAHAN trial and the devastating defeat of sdp clan's CRAZY DRAGON 18 DEADLY BLOWS, there seemed to be a disturbing peace in the martial arts of local politics.

recently there was an artistic vandalism occurring in peesailand's pride of SMRT or Squeezed Messed Repulsive Train where peasants were being daily Squeezed like sardines which Messed up their hairdos and clothings making many feeling Repulsive after they had no other choice but to enter the Trains of SMRT.

some peasants had displayed awed disbelief that such local pride SMRT could be so easily graffiti. fortunately, the Swiss and engkor (england) ang mos were just "artists" and not artistic terrorists who would otherwise made peesailand prouder by their special display of fireworks.

SDP CLAN's chiefy ah juan had ran out of ammunition to hantam the LEEgime and their lackeys. along came this godsend fiasco and wahla!! here we go again!! cherries picking season for chee ah juan.

wong cunt sing, the assistant primed minitoot in charge, could be having a hard time now trying to karaoke hitting the hit pitch of THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM when challenged by ah juan's I AM BAD, AM REALLY BAD from MJ's BAD. ah sing's last rendition about hitting the dreadfully cold folk song: MAS SELAMAT DATANG MAS - an inspirational farewell song lyrics from peesailand's #1 terrorist captive MAS who breezefully limped and swam off to matland without a trace but was eventually captured by matlanders over a drugged satays and ketupats meal. and phew!! mas' farts emitted from excessive bawang really could be smelled all over in peesailand all the way from matland JB!!

ah juan, ah juan....just when would u ever learn?

the lackeys of the LEEgime were entitled to their million$ gold taels not for practicality and wisdom. they were richly rewarded more for their talents of words usuage. their prowess in verbal kungfu was many times deadlier and fatalistic than any of the other deadly kungfus - secret or non-secret combined that could be mastered in the political world of martial arts.

you say the wrong words, you get sued off your pants. your bank accounts get freezed and your assets impounded. heads get chopped and rolled. so dun pray pray!!

they did a bad job, all that was ever needed were words. yep!! talented, original, creating and unique phrases such as:

"it's an honest mistake, let's move on....."

"silent? so be it...."

"gst is to help the poor and needies...."

the more cheem and controversial the better. it would blur peasants further and if they tried to think or delve too much into their bombastic words, they would unwittingly be inflicted with internal injury with drastic blood vomitting consequences.

there were so many such defeating deadly words that smoothly coated and sweetened every cherries. so chiefy ah juan, the cherry that u had picked, was it honeyed, molassed or caramelised?