In a local pub, somewhere, anywhere.

A monkey wrench of Tradies sit busy mastering plastering over any remaining vestiges of adolescent sobriety.
Jason reckons Ushtraya should be for Ushtrayins and those ‘boat people’ should fuck off. He’s never met a ‘boat person’ but they still mess up his life.
His grandfather hated Wogs and his father hated Slopes, so I guess it’s a tribal thing. Fortunately he never got religion. He’s banging on about the ‘missus’ , ( the bloating Sharon ) mercifully underpinned by alcohol and seemingly unaffected by formal education. She would have had a white wedding if she’d got married at 12.
Track suit pants, a supermarket trolley full of chips and soft drink, a tattoo on her left breast, she hates Moslems, they have no respect for our way of life.

Between them they earned $150,000 last year. That’s what’s great about this country, even the lowliest bogan peasant has a voice. Ignorance has a genuine place in the debate. They never go to the city, why would you, there’s everything you need down at the local shopping centre. Jason reckons the only good thing about the city is the airport. They’re off to Bali again next week.

Jase is notably the ring leader, he talks louder and more often.
“yeah, nah, obviously, I spose the boys played well. At the end of the day you have to take it one day at a time and obviously I spose the boys weren’t good enough on the day.”
Everybody agrees, wise words from Jase.

Little Mick McMick reckons Julia Gillard is a cunt.
Mick’s a plumber. He got his head stuck down a toilet only 3 days into his apprenticeship. Instead of helping him, all his workmates just kept pressing the flusher. Now he calls everybody a cunt.

Mack’s a butcher who saves his deepest cuts for the Queen’s english.
“Mate, she’s a red-headed clown mate.”

Now an Abbott Government would scrap multi-culturalism and replace it with policies that would strongly encourage homogenisation of the community. Forget about African festivals with their vibrant music and colour, Chinese New Year, Vietnamese restaurants and Flamenco dancing, we’re all off to the pub to join Jase and his mates on Ushtraya Day. Surely someone knows a good Abo joke?