#boganwood

Welcome to Boganwood, Canberra, (Au)stralia the forgotten suburb.

 In todays adventure, we bring closure to the first seasons adventure with Sheila, Dingo and Bricko.

  Jimbo was pissed and sitting in the only mode of transport left for the boys to leave in !

“ What the fuck were you pulling?” he yelled “ I knew I couldn’t trust you fuckers he yelled”

“Well Jimbo mate, we didn’t technically call the cops….that, was your neighbour”

“There is no technicality you dumb fuck” Jimbo yelled "How are you ever going to pay me back ?

“Well Jimbo, We figured that we aint done nothing wrong, so we wont be paying you back”

“What do you mean you wont be paying me back ?” Jimbo asked

“ Well Jimbo, it would appear that you have a busted leg, there are 2 of us and we can kick your fucking arse” Dingo said looking at Bricko for support

“Now Jimbo, were not inclined to take violence out on people not wearing security jackets but I think you get the point” Bricko continued.

“Well fuckers, even with a busted leg I could still kick your arse” Jimbo as he started to climb out of the car…

    Whilst Jimbo and the boys were arguing, Sheila sped toward Jimbos house……in a car…. with a friend of hers that she had recognized whilst yelling and screaming in Centrelink.

Now it shouldn’t go without mention that Sheila didn’t go and get her dole check, she just walked in and yelled “ I need to leave, and when I get back I wanted my fucking dole check !!!” thats when she spotted someone that could help her get to Jimbo's place.

  Jimbo stepped out of his car and turned around as another car sped towards them, he stared at Dingo and Bricko in horror as the car continued to drive faster and faster !

“ What the fuck have you done, you silly cunts !!” Jimbo said as he quickly jumped back in his car and started the car

“ I will fucking get you back and it aint going to be pretty” He yelled as he sped off down the road in the opposite direction of the car moving faster and faster towards them.

  All of a sudden the car came to a halt and Dingo and Bricko stared at each other and then at Sheila in the passenger seat. Sheila jumped and looked at the bruise on Dingo face. 

“ What the fuck have they done to ya ?” Sheila asked Dingo. 

“ Well me and Bricko had us a plan and stuff, but fucking that security guard from the club turned up”,” How the fuck did that happen?” Sheila asked. “ It’s a long story, we should be discussing down at the pub” Bricko said as he reached into pocket and pulled out the window washing earnings

” do you think your mate can give us a lift ?” he asked.

  “Well I should probably explain who’s in the car” Sheila said as the boys climbed into the back seat. As Dingo and Bricko got into the car, there was a baby seat in the center of the back seat and in the front of the car was a familiar face. Jimbo's Ex…..

  Now, It was a common story in Boganwood that Jimbo was a bit of a ladies man who had been dodging child support for months, moving from house to house to keep ahead of his ex, Karen (or Kazza). 

She had got pregnant to Jimbo and when she hit him up for support, he kept running and saying he didn’t have a job. This was the first time in months that Kazza had tracked him down and the reason why he pissed off so quickly. To say she owed them was an understatement, although he had got away yet again the fucker !

  Kazza turned to the boys “ Alright boys, lets head to the pub! Me mums got the bub so we can put one on and talk about where you think Jimbo might pop his head up again. Sound like a plan ?”

“Fuck yeah” Dingo and Bricko yelled at the same time

“ No fucking way !” Sheila yelled!! “ I want my fucking dole check !!!!! Get me to fucking Centrelink”….

  The crew pulled up to centrelink and Sheila bolted out of the car and barged her way to the front counter ! She was a women on a mission and no one was going to stop her. The reception saw her coming and paged the security guard, but no one came.

The manager sulked his way to the counter and whispered to the receptionist. 

“What do you mean the security guard called in sick, Diesel is never sick” She turned to Sheila who was pissed !

“Wheres my fucking dole check !”

“Its not dole day, mam”

“I aint no fucking mam and it is fucking dole day”

The supervisor turned to her manager for support 

“ Im sorry you are disappointed, but we cant issue checks here I'm sorry. Can we get your details and we will get back to you ?”

“No you fucking cant, you bald headed fuck”

“Now, I'm sorry but you cant use language like that”

“What are you, racist of something ?” Sheila yelled

“I'm sorry I'm confused, what does race have to do with me talking about your language ?”

“Yeah I think you are confused, go and get my dole check or I'm gonna ring Julia Gillard and stuff, and go to Current affair over you refusing to pay a pregnant women, and you were racist towards me and you swore at me….. "Sheila continued her rant.

The manager didn’t know what to do, this was unprecedented and there was no one to help him. It was at that moment that Bricko walked in wearing his security jacket, and the manager felt a sense of relief wash over him.

“Thank you sir, this bogan needs to be removed off the premises please”

  Bricko didn’t understand at first, but then he rembered that with the jacket they thought he was the guard. He reached over and whispered something to the manager, all of a sudden the managers face went white.

Sheila continued her tirade on everything and anything she could think off “ And then I was thrown out on the streets, and physically assaulted and you wouldn’t help me and made me homeless”

The manager turned to Sheila “ Im so sorry for any inconvenience we have caused you, I will go and get your check straight way". Sheila stopped ranting and turned toward Bricko as the manager started to walk off “What did you say to him” She asked.

“Don’t you worry about what I said” Bricko smiled at Sheila.

  Dingo and Kazza sat in the car and waited as Sheila and Bricko walked out of the office and got into the car. “Lets got to the Pub” Sheila said “ I GOT MY FUCKING DOLE CHECK “

  So that brings the first season to a close.

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  Jimbos car sped up the road as a number of thoughts crossed his mind. How the fuck had they found Kazza, shit he had been dodging her for months ! It was time he stopped underestimating these fuckers, ever since he had been involved with Dingo and Bricko it had all started to turn to shit.

  He tried to work through his next move

  Should he move states ?

Should he keep running ?

She he just stay the fuck away from Bricko and DIngo ?

  No fucking way, he thought as he made his way towards Centrelink. As he pulled into the car park, away from the crew sitting in Kazzas car. 

Jimbo watched as Sheila got back into the car with Bricko  waving around her dole check....

This was far from over he thought, and there was no way he was going to let them get one over on him again.

Welcome to Boganwood, (Au)stralia Canberra's forgotten suburb.

  In today adventure, we jump straight back into the action and check back in on Dingo and Bricko as they tackle the problem that is Diesel and Jimbo……

We also found out what happened to Sheila

  Sheila stared at what was in front of her, confused over the events that had just unfolded.

  What the fuck was going on ?

  What the fuck had Jimbo just done ? It all happened so fast she didn’t have the time to put the pieces together and now here she stood, trying to think of what her next move should be…….

  .....Brinko and Dingo didn’t know what to do, they had to think quick.

  Yeah Dingo had come up with a plan but that would take some time and that was something they surely didn’t have. Diesel grabbed Dingo from behind, spinning him around and hit him in the gut.

Bang !

“ What the fuck ! you fuckwit! don’t hit me mate !”

Diesel laughed as he went to hit him again, but this time Bricko launched…

“Stop this Shit !” Jimbo yelled at them. “ We need to start working out how we can get what is owed to us…

  “These are the fuckers that rolled me” Diesel explained. 

“What the fuck drugs are you on you silly cunt ?” Bricko said to Diesel. 

“At the fucking club, you and your mate rolled me you bogan fuck !”

  It was at this time that the realisation kicked in for both Dingo and Bricko as the realised who Diesel was for the first time. 

“ Your that cunt from the club that tried to man handle us that time”. 

“ You got a lucky punch on me, that’s all” Diesel said as he laid another boot into Dingo on the ground.

  “Stop this shit” Jimbo yelled ! “ We can get to the revenge part, as soon as we discuss a few things”

“ What the fuck Jimbo, whats all this shit about ! And more to the point what have you done to fucking Sheila you dero fuck ?”

“I aint done nothing to Sheila” Jimbo said “ I dropped her off at … “

,.......“Fucking Centrelink” Sheila yelled at the top of her lungs ! 

The fucker Jimbo had dropped her off at Centrelink, what the fuck was going on she thought to herself ? 

How the fuck did this happen and what should she do next ? This is exactly where she wanted to be, but the feeling that something bad was about to happen kept creeping into Sheila. 

The choice as it stood to her was not a simple one

  Either get the dole check ! Or go and save Dingo and Bricko from Jimbo ? What the fuck ?? This wasn’t even a choice in Sheila’s books, but she had to think of a plan ! Sheila walked into Centrelink passing a large amount of people standing in line……

  .......“ You dropped her off at centrelink ? What the fuck plan is that you silly cunt ?”

Jimbo laughed “ I had no intention of hurting Sheila, she hasn’t hurt anyone…..much.

 But you guys owe me some money for that whole supermarket incident and it appears that you may also owe old Diesel a few things.”

  Diesel kicked Dingo again and laughed

  “Stop kicking me you cunt” Dingo mumbled as the pain hit him in the ribs.

  “ You touch him again and I'm going to make you hurt princess” Bricko said to Diesel as he stared at him. Diesel smiled and kicked him again and Bricko was about to launch when Jimbo yelled 

“ ENOUGH !, What the fuck ??? are you children ? Cant you fuckers get control of yourselves ? We are here to discuss business and after I get what I want, Diesel you can get what you want”

“ Fair enough mate” Diesel said to Jimbo “ What did you want ?”

“Well for starters, I think I'm entitled to a bit of the pension so to speak with my busted leg and stuff and since you boys look like you had a good day, maybe I should take a small percentage” Jimbo said as he made his way up to the house. 

“ What did you make today ? Where’s the money” He said to Bricko.

It was at that moment that Dingo started to laugh.

“What the fuck are you laughing at ?” Jimbo said.

“Well Jimbo , it appears that we don’t have the money on us sorry”

“What do you mean, you don’t have it on you ?”

“Well, as we thought you had Sheila, we needed some of that collateral so we hid it around the back of your neighbors house on a couple of bikes we grabbed on the way here..”

“Well that is convenient” Jimbo said

“Yep” Dingo continued “ And we figured we could trade the money for Sheila, but as you don’t have her anymore… can we just trade the money for you guys to stop hurting us ?”

“Well that will depend on how much money is there ?”

“As it is Jimbo, the money is actually on a bucket attached to the bikes" Dingo continued “

 And if you were to take the bikes and the money you would have a nice little nest egg”

“ Now Dingo you wouldn’t be setting me up would you ?”

“Nah mate, we just want an end to this crap”

“Yeah, there’s something not right about it” JImbo said

“ Trust me mate, it aint my fault you busted your leg. That was an accident and I don’t want you to be disadvantaged any longer”

“ Well how does this sound ?, But I will take Bricko with me and you stay here with Diesel ??”

“Ok if you think that is a plan, then let’s do it” 

Bricko said as he made his way passed Jimbo and around the corner.

Jimbo followed as Diesel stared down at Dingo 

“ Now me and you can have some fun, Diesel said as he punched into Dingo”

Jimbo rounded the corner and he could smell something that wasn’t right. 

As he turned the corner away from Diesel view he could see the bikes standing upright in front of him, with the bucket attached to the handle.

  He slowly made his way to the bikes calling out “ Hey Bricko, where the fuck are you ?”

  The bikes were laying up against the neighbors house and as he moved forward he notice that there was glass on the ground, where a window had been smashed.

This was very weird and Bricko was still no where to be seen. None of it made sense and Jimbo decided to start walking back to his house when he heard the cop car coming down the street, sirens blazing….

  Diesel laughed as he punched Dingo again. As he pulled his hand back for the punch, Bricko appeared out of no where and punched Diesel in the face! Diesel was stunned and didn’t have time to think as Dingo jumped up and stood above him

“ Now princess, you cant be hitting me like that “ Dingo said

“Now didn’t I warn you not to touch him again” Bricko asked ?

“ Pretty sure I did, but that’s something we can work out inside, as it going to get busy around here real fast”

Brinko, Dingo and Diesel entered the house to have another discussion with good old Diesel. Now I don’t think I need to go into too much detail, but lets just say he got what he deserved.

Dingo and Bricko walked out of the house, with Bricko sporting his nice new security jacket.

  “I will get you fuckers !!!” Diesel yelled as they closed the door behind him.

  They looked around for a mode of transport and there was Jimbos car in the driveway. As they started to make their way toward it, a police officer pulled up along side them “ Hello officer” Bricko said in his nice new jacket.

  “We chased those guys that stole them bikes to the house next door” Bricko said

“ Thanks boys, let me know if you see anything suss” The officer said as he shot off down the road.

Bricko and Dingo laughed at the success of Dingo’s bright idea and continued to make their way to Jimbo’s car.

“We need to go get Sheila Bricko, she will be worried about us”

“Fuck yeah mate, we need to hurry up as well”

  As they reached for the door to Jimbo’s car to get in, there was Jimbo sitting in the front seat and you thought he looked pissed before ? Well that wasn’t nothing to how he looked now

  “Rule number one in Boganwood boys ! Don’t call the fucking cops” He yelled………………..

  So that’s where we leave the boys for today with the pissed off Jimbo…. 

But that’s another story to be continued another day…….

Now it shouldn’t go without mention that Jimbo was right, that you should never call the cops in boganwood, but what he didn’t know was they didn’t..... the neighbours did it after someone threw a brick through their fucking window…  but that’s another story that will be continued another day......

  Boganwood is a place of many adventures and things have way to work them selves out....

Come back to Boganwood to find the answer to the questions

What will happen to Dingo and Bricko ?

Did Sheila get her centrelink check ?

All will be answered in the next episodes and remember what they say in Boganwood…..

Welcome to Boganwood, Canberra, (Au)stralia the forgotten suburb.

Sheila was pissed and not in the way she wanted…….the drunken way. A thousand different thoughts came to mind as she strolled down the street passing her so called neighbors…. Who the fuck did they think they were ? Opening their dole checks and already working their way down to the local pub to gamble it all away. Sheila had big plans for that money and it didn’t involve the pokie machines, that’s a dickheads game, she had made a grocery list the week before and damned if she wasn’t going to get what she deserved.

Her mind kept racing with the possibilities of her potential earnings being taken over with thoughts of how this could happen to her, Sheila was now know to be one of the best dole bludgers in town and her schemes had worked wonders. She had been on the dole since she had left high school and her mother wasn’t able to claim child support any more, she needed this income and someone was going to pay for this mistake…

As Sheila was walking down the street to get her way to the local centrelink office ……. Dingo and Bricko were working hard to earn a quick buck in the job that almost hadn’t happened only days before. They both talked about how lucky they were and how the opportunity of a lifetime had presented itself after one of Dingo’s mates had broken his leg during an incident at the local shopping centre.

…………..Dingos and Brickosmate, Jimbo had come up with a get rich scheme he had seen on an American TV program, in which he would get injured whilst ‘shopping’ and sue the shopping centre for leaving a spill on the ground. Whilst he worked through the plan, he had run into Dingo and Bricko as they were looking for crates behind the shopping centre for the fire they had at home.

‘Hey mate, you got a ciggy ?’ Jimbo yelled across the parking lot.

This was a normal greeting in Boganwood and could also be a profitable venture if you were good at it.

‘Nah Jimbo, just smoked me last one’ Dingo called out cautiously placing his hand over the half full pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

‘How the fuck are ya ?, What are you 2 cunts doing here ?’ Jimbo asked as he made his way toward them.

Now Bricko knew to keep his mouth shut as he was the thinking man and always liked to hear what other people had to say, so he nudged Dingo to also keep his mouth shut.

‘Yeah, well I just come up with the plan of the century and I'm thinking of retiring from my window washing job.’ Jimbo continued, Dingo couldn’t risk missing out on an opportunity like this so he had to ask more.

‘Oh yeah, what this scheme and how do we get that window washing gig’ Dingo asked. Bricko was actually interested in where this conversation was going, as he had been trying to get a window washing gig for a couple of years now and wasn’t able to afford the money to buy someone out.

The gig involved only a matter of items, but it was all about real estate. To become a window washer all you needed was a window squeegee, a bucket of water and of coarse dish washing liquid. You stood on a main drag and waited for cars to approach and washed their windows, but it might sound simple but there was an art to the level of manipulation that was required to force a driver to pay you a couple of bucks, even if he didn’t want his windows washed. Bricko started thinking through the plan as Dingo continued the conversation with Jimbo, but being cautious that Dingo didn’t fuck this up.

Jimbo talked in great length about the location he was manning on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays taking about the hundreds of dollars he made a day by doing the window washing gig. ‘Now this is just a temporary exchange so to speak’ Jimbo stated and started to smile ‘Give a ciggy and we will continue our talk’

Dingo didn’t hesitate this time and reached into his pocket pulling out 2 cigarettes and handing them to Jimbo. Jimbo reached into his pocket and placed the cigarettes into his now full packet and smiled at Dingo because he had them hook line and sinker.

‘Now what I need youse to do is go inside and create a spill for me to slip on, its as simple as that. I will be taking on the shops in court with my sprained arm or leg and whilst I’m unable to work, you guys can cover my spot’

‘Nah but yeah how are we going to do this with the cameras and stuff’ Bricko jumped in before Dingo could commit to anything.

‘Nah mate, you will be right. I didn’t say it was going to be easy, you need to make it look like an accident and stuff and I will handle the rest. Simple !’

Well it sure as fuck sounded easy to both Dingo and Bricko, but in the back of Brickos mind he knew nothing was that simple, but he would be fucked if he wasn’t going to give it one hell of a shot.

“let us think about it for a sec’ Bricko said as he grabbed Dingo and walked away to discuss how they could make this work.

‘ Now Bricko, this is a hell of an idea and image what we could do with 2 hundred bucks a day….. tax free for standing around doing nothing’

‘Dingo it appears too simple, and things never are that plain, especially when it comes to us’

‘Well think about it, all we have to do it go in there, pick a fight with each other and knock something over…..simple as that’

‘Yep I get that, but you and we aint that lucky mate, we never have been and the simpler the idea the more trouble it actually appears to be’

‘Fuck oath mate, I’m the first to admit we aint lucky but today we have the opportunity to change that and all we have to do is make sure this dickhead over there falls over’

‘Alright mate, so we go in there, knock over a drink or something and we walk out…….right’

‘Yeah mate in and out in 5 seconds and we will wear our sunnies and hoody, so no one knows how we are’

There was something still niggling in the back of Brickos mind, but what the fuck, it was going to be easy…… wasn’t it…… Dingo and Bricko walked back to Jimbo and confirmed they were in on the deal and shook on it to make sure the agreement was solid.

‘Alright, you only get my street lights until I recover from my so called injury, we got that ?’

‘Yeah mate, it’s a deal. So a couple of days a week we can cover you street lights until you are ready to go again and we get to keep all the earnings’

‘Mate if this goes off the way its suppose to, I wont need the money for a long long time’

Easy…..wasn’t it….. Bricko, Dingo and Jimbo continued to discuss their plan as they walked to ward the entrance to the supermarket……..missing out on one key problem…….

So that’s where we leave Bricko and Dingo for today, about to take out the plan that will set in motion a great many issues that will cause problems for both of them and Sheila only days later…. But that’s another story to be continued another day……. Boganwood is a place of many adventures and things have a tendency to work itself out, both the good and the bad….. and definitely the bogan…. Come back to Boganwood to find the answer to the questions

What will happen to Sheila ?

How does this all relate to Dingo and Bricko’s misadventures only day before ?

All will be answered in the next episodes and remember what they say in Bogan wood…..

Welcome to Boganwood, Canberra, (Au)stralia the forgotten suburb.

In today's adventure we introduce you to and join Sheila as she wakes early so she can claim what is rightfully hers, her dole check. Now Sheila is a classy women, and doesn't like to be called a dole bludger, she works very hard to make ends meat and today will not be any differently. Even in Boganwood, Canberra's forgotten suburb nothing is free........

Sheila couldn’t believe her luck that today was dole day! She had survived the week and had accomplished exactly what she set out to do. She stared at her last ciggie and drew back carefully enjoying each moment of the smoke infecting her lungs with pure bliss. She had just taken her morning wake up bong hit and the day was looking mellow. It was 11am and she could hear the other occupants on the streets slowly rising from their slumbers ready to walk out to check the mail box as today was DOLE day!

In the distance a motorcycle could be heard working it ways up the street, Sheila slowly moved her way to the door grabbing her trackies on the way as she didn’t want to appear lower class in front of the neighbours. Dingo was nowhere to be seen, but by the in turned pockets on her trackies she could tell that he was already up and ready for his day of work. He was a working man now and Sheila was proud of him, as he had now been able to hold down his part time job for a record of 2 weeks, which again was a milestone and the job paid cash in hand which allowed the dole payments to continue. Sheila sniffed her trackies to ensure they didn’t smell bad and was pleasantly greeted by the aroma of bong water and goon juice bringing back the memories of the night before……….

Night times in Boganwood was a hive of activity and although the tele hadn’t worked for a matter of months now, not that it mattered, Sheila, Dingo and Bricko had found a barrel and ‘borrowed’ some milk crates from the local, setting up a pleasant night of drinking goon and talking about the good old times around a fire. Last night Dingo had relayed the story again about their attempt to cash in on the government intuitive, the baby bonus…….

‘So Sheila and I were down at the centrelink office waiting for our monthly interview to see what job we was looking at doing and stuff’ Dingo said with excitement.

Bricko rolled his eyes as this was not the first time he had heard this story and it became more and more elaborate as the retelling occurred, what Dingo kept forgetting to mention was that Bricko was the person that told them about the Baby Bonus scheme.

‘And this bloke wearing a suit cum up to me and sez, have youse heard about the Baby bonus?. Now I hadn’t read a newspaper since the stopped wrapping hot chips in them, but he went on to explain that if we had a kid we could get up to 5 grand!’

Bricko laughed knowing that this was not what had occurred and the discussion had actually happened after Bricko had noticed a new pamphlet with the words Baby Bonus written on it. Bricko had put two and two together through the words Baby and Bonus and figured it had something to do with money as there were only a few left in the pamphlet holder. It shouldn’t go with mentioned that Bricko and his mother prided themselves on the fact that he completed high school and was classed as an educated man, and had even passed a few classes. With this level of education he was bound for great things and he would always look for a great way to earn more money and this pamphlet had it all.

‘So I sez, You sure the government is gonna pay me to root Sheila? and he said yep. So I sez to sheila we should go home and get on it’ at this point Sheila jumped in with her version of events

 ‘ So Dingo sez to me, lets have a root when we get home to see if we can get one of those baby bonus things, and I thought I might be able to get something out of this, so I sez that I would do it if he bought me a pack of ciggies and cask of wine, the good stuff not the cheap stuff. Dingo jumped at the idea as he was thinking that he would be able to buy tons of wine and ciggies with the 5 grand. So we went home and on the way stopped at Woolies for our stash!’

Dingo quickly jumped back in ‘ And then we rooted all night !’. Bricko again agreed with the story to Dingos face although his mind starting reliving the event over and over. Bricko recalled that he stayed over the house because he drank too much to ride home, and was in the same room when the event occurred only separated by a sheet that Dingo pulled over with a glint of wickedness in his eyes!. The so called root only took a moment in time compared to the discussion about the root. Bricko shivered at the remembering of the story, and although at one point he did find Sheila attractive, after the listening of the rooting that occurred, he wasn’t sure he could hold her in that regard ever again. Dingo tried to go to sleep before the event occurred but the room was greeted with loud love making noises.

‘ Daz you can't stick it in my arse, you can't get pregnant that way’

‘Sorry Sheils I thought you were a bit tight down there’

‘And you can’t cum on my tits like you saw on that internet that won’t get me pregnant’

‘I was trying to get some of the foreplay stuff I saw in a movie’

‘No Dingo just root me, we need to take this seriously if we want it to work, no screwing around and stuff.’

The grunting that greeted the lack of pleasure filled the room and Bricko closed his eyes tighter and tighter, only to find he couldn’t block it out so he left the room to take another bong hit hoping the marijuana would mellow out his over active mind.

“And then we were so worked out, we both fell asleep with the job completed’ Dingo continued ‘With a baby on its way ‘. Now Bricko wasn’t certain but 3 months on he thought that Sheila would have been showing by now, him with his high school education and all, he was certain that she would be on her way. Dingo danced around raising his voice at the ways there were going to spend the baby bonus money, looking at such thing like a new Torana, A pack of ciggies, throw a party and best of all a new plasma TV.

  Sheila smiled at the thought of last night’s antics and that in only 6 more months she could relax at home without her busy schedule of losing job interviews well behind her watching her new plasma Tv. She placed her hand on her belly and stumbled out the door looking up the street for the postie, today was going to be a good day, she could feel it. She walked around the Holden and Torana that was parked on the lawn and checked that no one was sleeping in the, she didn’t want to be seen as a bad neighbour. Sheila stood on the road watching the postman, 3 doors down, 2 doors down, 1 door down and now driving toward her.

With eager anticipation she reached out to grab the mail as quickly as she could to go and cash the check in………….but the postie kept driving on without stopping. Sheila was in shock, it was fucking dole day she thought! What the fuck was going on!! Someone was going to pay, she yelled after the mailman ‘Oi Cunt, where’s my fucking mail ?’ he kept driving unable to listen due to the helmet he was wearing, so she started chasing him down the street, asking the neighbours if they had her mail…..no one did……Someone would pay for this screw up ! And as Sheila didn’t have any credit left on her phone, it would be in person….. Those fuckers at centrelink, will pay! This is the last time she thought as she started her long walk toward Centrelink ………….

To be continued………….that’s where we leave Sheila for today, on her search for her dole check…. Boganwood is a place of many adventures and I pity the Centrelink officer that will be dealing with Sheila and her rage issues…. See you all back in Boganwood very, very  soon…………..

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