What is the collective for bogan?
Aaaaahh …. a group of loud-mouth louts, feeling the need to share every sport score from yesterday with the rest of the café, have just parked their bogan arses at the table next to mine. All are currently grabbing their imaginary cocks and heckling the sweet foreign waitress. The older I get, the less I believe I belong to the same race as these people. It seems my peaceful writing morning is over.
[update: the one just called the other ‘mad dog’, now on to loud footy updates. #headdesk]
