In a
secret location , over many jugs of potent mead , a group
of faceless Liberal Party numbers
men are shown here plotting
to replace
unpopular Tony Abbott with jerkin-clad Malcolm Turnbull. The odd bodkin in tights , a feather in his hat ,
tight budgie smugglers
visible in the crotch region, should ye vassals
choose to peek,
is demonstrating how
Abbott will
be instructed to graciously
fall on his
sword and step aside
for Turnbull, who they
reckon is a
sure election winner and a superb yabbie
and gruel chef.
