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 | Posted by Bridgit Gread on Sunday 17 August 2008, 3:11 pm Categories: Bogans, Society Tags: Tags: Kmart, OverheardConversations |
I had the misfortune to be at Highpoint this morning and in a queue at K-Mart. In front of me were two boganettes, having what was obviously a private conversation but demonstrating no obvious concern for privacy. The more vociferous one was named “Koily”, the other one’s name I didn’t catch so I’ll call her “Shazza” as it seems most fitting. This is a record of their discussion, as I could best commit it to memory:
Shazza: She’s a fucken bitch, Koils, I tell ya… she only gives a shits (sic) about herself.
Koily: Yeah… fuck, d’ya know what happened last week?
Shazza: Worr?
Koily: I was down the plaza talkin’ to Kerry and me ‘phone was in me front pocket, like this [gestures to faded acid-wash jeans] and I dunno how but it fucken dialled her up, and Kerry and me were like slaggin’ her off, and fuck she heard it all through the ‘phone mate…”
Shazza: Fucken hell, worr happened?
Koily: Nuffin, I aint seen her since, I fort I should like ring up and explain but then I thought ‘nah fucken why should I?’ so I didnt.
Shazza: Worr was youse sayin’?
Koily: Umm like how she rooted that married guy from Supercheap Auto and then denied it and when she spewed in Melissa’s bath and didn’t even say sorry or nuffin, and how shes a fucken bitch to my sister and talks all the time about how she went to Thailand, big fucken whoop.
Shazza: Fuck her anyway, she deserves ta know, fucken slag.
Koily: She’s been up herself since she got that job at the casino (???)
Shazza: She shoulda got a job at Showgirls, ‘cept she’s got no tits.
At this point the line progressed, they were served and the conversation paused indefinitely - thank God.
