It's easy for Dritan to play with metaphors now. When the Police Department has surrendered and recognized satire as a legitimate and permitted means of communication in Ćaciland. Especially if it is used, as with Brano Mandić, in self-defense. When you need to fuck off or make fun of some old goat, a bully, a self-absorbed person. I don't mean Trump. So that Pipun and Parezanović don't misunderstand me and report Mask and his chainsaw.
So, Dritan went back to factory settings and on Thursday, he destroyed Ćacilend at Petar's. Both the original one, at the neighbors', in Belgrade, and the domestic evil, in Podgorica. Neither I, Vulin even less, and only his saber from Mandić, could believe it with our own eyes how the saint Dritko was killing cate. And the dragon from their boss, the main one cat.
It started with DPS.
And with serious evidence, he explained why Danijel and company parents. Together with the honorary boss. So, just as those fake Vučić students from Pionirski Park present themselves as real ones, who want to learn, so too has the DPS imposed itself for decades as the only guardian of the state, although in many ways it has done in the field of corruption and crime it has turned out to be - its gravedigger. A few weeks ago, DA tells us, they compiled a list of preconditions for returning to the parliamentary benches with the entire opposition, where point 5 said - freezing identity issues! Only a few days ago, with the Prime Minister, and without Ura, they signed an agreement where that condition is not there. Spitting on patriots.
Just like those in Belgrade and their boss. When Dritan said that students were the most beautiful face of Serbia in the last three decades and that they could not be attacked with a sound cannon without the approval of the Supreme Commander, I immediately knew what awaited him tomorrow. The SNS raised its hook and hoe, the army cat, from Vulin to Vučićević (Informer) and Živković (Borba) to explain that Dritan is not what they had long thought, Dušan, but an ordinary Šiptar. And with cat - only a dead Albanian is a good Albanian.
That's what a metaphor is. Just one word, actually two, parents and a cannon, were enough for Aleksandar Vučić and parents They give up on Vulin and, hopefully, write off Dritan for good. And in doing so, they show that DA is not parents, that he is a true democrat and leader of the civic movement, and not a fake one, as it seemed to some when he got hold of the prime minister's position and real power. Welcome back, dear Dritan.
The leader of Ura didn't say Mickey parents, but that's how it works. Because as Spike gapes, it turns out parents. After dual citizenship that doesn't exist, 18 highways and expressways that the budget has never seen, over Velji Brdo and Minister Slaven who are just about to emerge, now he has delivered the Emirates and Alabbar to us, with bags of money, no less than 30 billion. When asked by Petrov how the local government will welcome the rich sheikh, Dritan replies: let Alabbar give everyone an apartment in Ulcinj's Ćaciland on the water and everything will be over. That's how it turned out čacija and Nimanbeg, Zenka, Škrelja, and I guarantee Đeko.
When Petar asked him about the late, politically speaking, Jakov - Dritan was reserved. He didn't say that he too parents, but that's how it turned out. A bogus anti-fascist, a bogus citizen, a bogus democrat, a bogus leader... So, parents squared. He screwed up that Miloš Pavlović, the main cat from Vučić's yard. Which is not a metaphor for little Pavlović on an AV leash (or in a cage), but rather simple geography - the Pioneer Park where Miloš and the others camped čacija It is practically in the courtyard of the president's building on Andrićev Venac. And there they spent the night until the commotion passed because the commander-in-chief was afraid that students and free intelligentsia, 300 thousand of them, would turn on March 15, through the park, to his residence.
So that it doesn't turn out that we have unjustly forgotten him, parents Andrija Mandić is also a false protector of Serb interests, essentially a defender of himself and the seat of the supreme commander, Alexander of Serbia, the main cat, from here to Tokyo. Fake Europeans, fake Serbs, true autocrats and haters of all diversity, above all fake fans of America under Trump, because they hope and pray, together with to the chachi from Pipun, that Donald will finally come to the head of the world's gendarme and the centuries-old Serbian enemy.
The only one Dritan and Petar didn't comment on Thursday night was Aleksa. So he didn't parents. Although we all know that from the first day and the founding congress of the Democrats, he has been presenting himself as the boss, while in reality he is playing dead. One could say that Aleksa is the progenitor of a specific type of alleged leader, whether from politics, sports, media, culture or from the university. And that this type was only a few weeks ago, by researchers from the University of Belgrade, named as parents, which translated into Serbian means, kobajagi.
When you add it all up, it turns out that Vučić's sound cannon is not the only one parents. A truly sound cannon. And the fact that the big boss and his useful idiots are calling him "gun one" or "our siren" only confirms that they are all čacija. Who would like to learn. And to they changeBut it's too late now.
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