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A recent report by everyone at a Schultz family barbecue has found that Uncle Boof might have been carrying on over the last few months.
Last thought to be working FIFO in Moranbah, Uncle Boof has been flying under the radar for a while now, and it doesn’t sound like he’s been seeing much of Kath and his kids.
When asked by Nan what he’s been up to, and why he never calls, Boof says he’s taken up a job installing smoke detectors in government buildings – and he’s just been so busy.
“Bobby hooked me up with this gig. Pays good” he says, in reference to a mate that he thinks everyone else has met before.
“It used to be his job but he had to go up north”
Boof’s inability to explain why his mate ‘Bobby’ had left town, or why he currently has an ankle monitor homing device bolted around his leg, leaves the rest of the family to presume that he’s fucked up again.
“You behaving yourself Boof?” asks Nan’s brother, Bruce.
“Why the fuck did you decide to wear sandals? I’d be wearing flairs if I had one of those fucking things strapped to me”
Uncle Boof says it’s nothing serious, and that he was caught speeding on his restricted work driver’s licence, even after a special hardship order.
No one really believes Boof’s yarn, but the fact that he’s here alone and doesn’t have any of his dodgy mates floating around for lunch is enough for him to just glide through the afternoon while Nan keeps a close eye on how much he’s drinking.
