STACY OAKSHEAF | City News | CONTACT
A gaggle of young females in Betoota’s East were overhead the other day discussing the interactions they’ve all had with a male acquaintance they regrettably know.
With no other way to describe him, the women collectively decided to take the high road by dropping mid conversation: “Naww, he means well.”
They exchanged pitying glances with one another, engaging in the shared understanding that this man is indeed a huge fucking battler, but at the end of the day he “doesn’t have a bad bone in his body.”
Betoota took to the suburban cafes to survey local females on what this term actually means.
“It’s not that they’re bad people, per say” explained one of the woman who wished to remain anonymous,”they just lack that certain je ne sais quoi, you know?” she continued.
Shedding further light on topic, they told the Betoota Advocate exclusively that their decision to employ the phrase was a way to navigate the difficult challenge of linguistically categorising a guy of his pedigree.
When also asked about the thought process behind this tactful description, another anonymous local female said, “He’s just a bit of a moist towelette you know… kinda like watching paint dry”.
