There are some bogans in a park across the road from my house. They've set up on a park bench with a box full of beer and are yelling such things as "fuck you then" and they are throwing sticks at each other.
Why aren't they at their homes watching Australia's Got Talent?
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Across my house is a bogan house where they used to deal in drugs. As determined by the number of old cars that turn up for two minutes while some dickheads runs up to the door to score.
When we moved in our house was broken into two weeks later. It was either them or the toothless mullet clad movers who work out of a lockup in Goulburn and who reminded me of the highway murderers from that Kurt Russell movie.
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