Zee! In defense of the King of Reptiles, Shri Maharaj Nagji Prabhu ki Jai!

Zeemux,

I have followed with some confusion your obvious venom against the King of Reptiles, the Maha Serpent Bag One Cobra Ji Maharaj.

You have expressed your curious friendship with the overweight megalomaniac, the omnibus who makes it a habit to urinate at the sky, while drenching himself with the most atrocious muttra of the highest order of Hingboo existence. You even seek financial advice from this fat faggot who can't add simple percentages, and who can't understand Latin, even Pig Latin, despite being a descendant of a sow impregnated by a dead horse. You place your monetary trust in an alcoholic fool who makes an achaar out of random jargon lifted from annual reports.

Yet, you find it justifiable to spray a double-barrelled shotgun at the green-eyed coil of reptilian charm, as if you are the shahnaai-playing sappayya with a basket of serpentine noggins.

Sir, as his trusted translator of Ghati expressions of wisdom, I protest your unfair treatment of Cobra and his charmed family. Despite his BJP/RSS/VHP/BD/SS/SJ/SP/MNS protestations, he is no ordinary hate-mongrel. He has been known to utter some blasphemy on rare occasions, but he has also the conscience to immediately renounce such nonsense and to castigate himself for such behavior. Unlike many Hingboos on Chowk, he was among the first to castrate the drunken financial fool about the latter's uncontrolled and epileptic bout with Tourette Syndrome.

My friend Cobra is a gentleman, a fine example of Maharashtra mayhem matter, and a principled prince of Pune. As someone who lives with and loves a green-eyed beauty, I recommend that you try to develop a better relationship with Nagji Marahraj Bag One - Avesh! you will be rewarded with his charming presence and not the stifling embrace of the perverted pathetic python pundit. Think it over, ZEE.