Undoubtedly the finest libation of the lager family of beers ever created by the hand of man (or possibly god, we're not sure.) Crafted in the lost wilds of mysterious Tasmania by a cloistered order of brewer monks whose vows of silence mean that only the distinguished few know of its existence.
Whatever that is hanging from her nose is so boage I can't look at her.
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Taking your little brother's allowance was boage.
or
You're grounded on your birthday? Man, your parents are boage!