Ceci N’est Pas Une Ginger Biscuit
Plagiarised on 10.07.07 by Russell Allen @ 6:00 pm

As I skulk around IKEA hunting out my favourite, carcinogenic, prefab meatball sauce, Graddsas, of course, I spy a bogan lady. She is standing from a sign 30 centimeters away from her enlarged noggin. In extremely large writing it says ‘Ginger Biscuits’. She has a box of them in her hand.

‘What are they?’, asks her equally bogan other half. He, with an inordinately small head. I suspect they could be twins split from the same ovum but unevenly, just like the Benedicts were in Twins. My suspicions are confirmed as he grabs her arse. Keep it in the family and all that.

‘Dunno. I don’t speak French’.


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11 Comments »

  1. Et alors, what were they?

    Comment by Kieran — July 10, 2007 @ 7:59 pm

  2. Ginger Biscuits

    Comment by Russell Allen — July 10, 2007 @ 9:23 pm

  3. If it looks like a fart and smells like a fart. Then it’s probably haggis.

    In this case, the sign, the box, the picture and huge fuck-off flag of Sweden in the foreground should have helped these uberfuckwits along.

    Comment by Russell Allen — July 10, 2007 @ 9:24 pm

  4. Ikea at Logan?
    Russ, what do you expect!

    Comment by SurferCam — July 11, 2007 @ 9:53 am

  5. Of course. Darren Hayes is from Logan. He’s moderately unboganish.

    Comment by Russell Allen — July 11, 2007 @ 10:46 am

  6. Oh good ol’ Ikea.

    on a side note, concerning French and Bogans,
    a) The French aren’t all that into biscuits, it’s more of an Anglo thing.
    b) I love that the French have bogans too. And that they look so much like our bogans. They even sound like our bogans, in a French way.

    Comment by sublime-ation — July 11, 2007 @ 4:26 pm

  7. Perhaps she really though biscuit was spelled a la chicken-in-a-biskit. If that’s the case, I despair for the human race. “Idiocracy” may yet prove prophetic.

    Comment by Puss In Boots — July 13, 2007 @ 9:49 am

  8. Subby: Bogans transcend boundaries. Fact!

    PiB: Chickin n Biskit will be the new national dish. Mark my words

    Comment by Russell Allen — July 13, 2007 @ 10:47 am

  9. Every time you think it can’t get any worse… Go to Logan…

    Comment by Giggles — July 13, 2007 @ 4:27 pm

  10. The bogans are more bogan in Logan. There’s an advertising jingle in there somewhere.

    Comment by Russell Allen — July 14, 2007 @ 9:02 am

  11. I won’t believe they are true bogans unless he finished it off with

    “Dunno. I don’t speak French but I’m loving it sick”

    Comment by mez — July 14, 2007 @ 12:17 pm

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