BOGANETT
Boganett is the diminutive of Bogan, and refers to the progeny of the Crown Princely Couple from Denmark, Mary, and Frederik. The result was a bogan blend, with the taxonomy classification of: Boganalia Fredata Moshalia Glucksborgensis Donaldidae.
The chance product of a union cemented in a pub, amid the strong smell of hops, waccy baccy, and sweat. The potential incubator was immensely attracted to the scent of pheromones emanating from a black plastic card, owned by the 'Hairless Heir', and promptly initiated a hands on torso rubbing charade, used by Bogans in confined areas, instead of chest beating, to secure the attentions of the slow Fredosarus Rex, the Crown Prince of Denmark, the one with a name tag around his neck, that she retrospectively claimed ignorance of. After a long persuit by the Bogan predator, a quickie personality fix assisted by the piece of black plastic, and the gestation period buttoned up, a BOGANETT was produced, another future hairless heir, with jaune d'oeuf colouring, an apparently tetchy temperament, and a mouth like a crack in a pie. This process has since been repeated, but to date, not completed!
Boganette
A female bogan. Wears black jeans and band tee-shirts. Loves Iron Maiden, Motorhead, AC/DC and Black Sabbath. Drinks Woodstock bourbon. Smokes like a chimney. Generally has heaps of tattoos.
Is that a Boganette in the mosh at ACDC?
Boganette
Also known as the female bogan, and commonly reffered to as a bitch or skank, however she doesn't have quite the qualities of a human being.
She can often be found pushing a pram or a shopping trolley and screaming at her children. "BARRY DON'T YOU FUCKIN' TOUCH THAT, YOU SHIT! I'LL BELT YOU ONE!" Their shrill voices can be heard a mile away, reminding you of children playing the recorder, painful.
These are the ugly whores that you just want to strangle, rather than sleep with. It's a wonder that she got pregnant in the first place.
It can be assumed that she digests the equivalient of 40 ash trays per month and lives in a shit apartment where she can watch "footy on the telly, you cunt" until her next welfare payment comes in so that she can afford drugs.
When her Bogan husband comes back, expecting food, things turn violent and more bogan scum are wiped off the face of Australia.
Thank God for violence.
She can often be found pushing a pram or a shopping trolley and screaming at her children. "BARRY DON'T YOU FUCKIN' TOUCH THAT, YOU SHIT! I'LL BELT YOU ONE!" Their shrill voices can be heard a mile away, reminding you of children playing the recorder, painful.
These are the ugly whores that you just want to strangle, rather than sleep with. It's a wonder that she got pregnant in the first place.
It can be assumed that she digests the equivalient of 40 ash trays per month and lives in a shit apartment where she can watch "footy on the telly, you cunt" until her next welfare payment comes in so that she can afford drugs.
When her Bogan husband comes back, expecting food, things turn violent and more bogan scum are wiped off the face of Australia.
Thank God for violence.
Boganette: "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM BUDDY?"
Human: "I don't have one"
Boganette: "ARE YOU SAYING I'M A BAD MUM?"
Human: "...Yes"
Boganette: "OI, YOU! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' START!"
Human: "Why not?"
Boganette: "I'LL FUCKIN' TAKE YOU TO COURT, YOU CUNT!"
Human: "Oh, the irony, you're on my property."
*At this point, Boganette fetches her husband to beat the shit out of the human*
Once again, justice is served, apparently.
Human: "I don't have one"
Boganette: "ARE YOU SAYING I'M A BAD MUM?"
Human: "...Yes"
Boganette: "OI, YOU! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' START!"
Human: "Why not?"
Boganette: "I'LL FUCKIN' TAKE YOU TO COURT, YOU CUNT!"
Human: "Oh, the irony, you're on my property."
*At this point, Boganette fetches her husband to beat the shit out of the human*
Once again, justice is served, apparently.