"A brush with pig hair", Edison Ypi whips journalists and politicians

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The farting and rakipira people understand you better if you compare famous individuals to things. For example, to tell the people "The doctor is a Titanic" even now when America has declared him "Non Grata" and torn his sails, but still he breaks the waves of the ocean without batting an eyelash wherever the wind blows him, the propellant of you understand more clearly than when you call the Doctor masculine, canonical, charismatic, you told me and I told you. Also in function of a deeper popular understanding, not with an ephemeral subjectivist approach, but by comparing it to an object, it can be said that Edi Rama is a Ferrari that, even though the opponents always seem a loser, he always comes out victorious, even with results that not even the Highness himself had thought of it.


Read also: Analysis/ Criminal markets flourish in Albania, crime Cambodia WhatsApp Number Data decreased by only 0.46 points Quality control of olive oil, criteria for analysis are approved Ilir Meta "Mal Tomorri", which for thousands of years has been struck by millions of lightning bolts, and is never shaken by istikami, is another convincing example that the method of comparison with objects never leaves the rifle on the cheek. Lul Basha, in these nightmare days between Shilla and Karibda, full of vicissitudes and fears that he has with his head, cannot be more than a wheel of kachkavalli during the internship period. Erjon Veliaj, with the demolition of the Theater of Shame, bicycle lanes, etc. he has done wonderful works.



But since he has lost the conversation with the millions he is spending to rehabilitate the Mosaic of crime, he deserves to be compared with nothing more than a brush with hog bristles. Surrounded by nocturnal bartenders who look one like a custard, another like a pot, another like a casserole, another like a jezeve, Fevziu looks exactly like a leprosy garuzde with a long metal tail. Oh, how much Sokol Balla looks like with a bicycle chain he just bought on Qemal Stafa street. Muç Nano, who would do well to guard against any drone that might suddenly grab him by the straps and throw him to those losers over there from Tomorrica, is currently teetering between barbed wire and a rusty police whistle.