From somewhere else.
Here is how it is alleged to work with a certain alleged family most definitely not from QLD.
We shall call them… the Borky’s. The Borky’s are alleged to be the second and third generations of a criminal clan most well know for allegedly running a large drug distro empire on the … north coast of NSW. A pretty gronkish bunch, none of them seem to have jobs but oddly enough they all live in houses only serious $$ can buy, and drive cars only serious $$ can buy, and take holidays only serious $$ can buy, and hang out with the social set that only serious $$ can buy too.
One of their daughters, Audi, owns and operates a number of popular surf shops on a place called Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation. All the expats on Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation know that the local recreational chemicals are crap quality and a quarter of the local suppliers are working a nice little earner with the local plod (buy from them, get arrested, hand over a lot of $$$, go free) but nothing heavy, just whoopee weed.
Daddy Borky allegedly uses Audi’s surf shops to launder $$ ‘earned’ back home on which regrettably little tax seems to be paid. But Audi is her daddy’s kid, and allegedly sees a nice little earner after a year or so on Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation. And so a deal is allegedly struck with the Customs folks on Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation, and members of the completely honest Borky family allegedly do routine milk runs to Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation on alleged holidays. Oddly enough given that Audi operates surf shops, they routinely take surfing gear with them to Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation.
One day, one of the daughters, an apprentice Brazilian-style twat-hair wranglers named Chappelli after the great cricketer, is allegedly sent off on her second overseas holiday in a few months to Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation there to see her loving sister, Audi Borky. She takes with her some alleged surfing gear (which is an odd name for a bag of whoopee weed, but to each their own). Obviously, apprentice Brazilian-style twat-hair wranglers are paid beaucoup $$ and can afford such things on a routine basis. But a problem arises. The normal gentleman (who is a very, very good friend of Audi Borky) from the Customs Service of Delightful Tropical Island Suffering a Ghastly Bogan Infestation misses a phone call from Audi and is not on duty that day and so cannot shepherd her straight through into the loving arms of her sister Audi (complete with alleged surfing gear).
A sad, sad misunderstanding ensures. Chappelli Borky correctly says the whoopee weed is not hers and this is correct, it’s Daddy’s little alleged ‘gift’ to Audi. Meanwhile, Daddy and Audi are ducking and weaving, Chappelli the apprentice Brazilian-style twat-hair wrangler’s gone all sad and weepy, the press is having a field day and the AFP are laughing their arses off at all the fun.
Is this not a nice little entirely fictional fairy story?
Rod
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