Fuckin’ drain plugs, man.

The only thing that can stop a Hilux is a 70-Series ‘Cruiser.

Not wanting to be lumped in with the Septics.

A ute is not a truck.

Well, we got distracted anyway. YOU CAN’T WIN, TORCH.

Paul Greengrass is a fucking travesty of a human being.

Thanks, Patrick! You’ve just reminded me I need to buy more soap!

Yes! Yes, I am greyed out here!

Let’s see if I’m greyed out heeeeeeeeeeere.

Let’s see if I’m greyed out here.

Hey, guess what: I wrote that little analysis of her style below, and now I’m suddenly greyed out.

I hear it’s because he has actual iron armour on his sides!

Oh, you’re looking for the mid-sized, mass-produced tank of WWII that was revolutionary?

Professional writer-slash-journalist here. Well, at least I’ve got a piece o’ expensive paper that says so.

Yes. We get it. You can use google image search. Now go away.

Are you talking about the sort of stealth a third-world nation at the bottom of the world can detect on its radar net?

It’s next to the Regatta Hotel and the Royal Exchange, as well as being stuck between Coro and Milton Road. Not exactly the quietest neighbourhood.

he’ll come up with an idea like the Hyperloop, then offer it up to someone else to flesh out.

I swear to god, the interplay of the rear crease and front/side crease is one of the best pieces of automotive design I’ve laid eyes on. It’s poetry.

Better yet, an overhang half a block away with a shitload of barber’s pole-striped pipes dangling from them at the height that will rattle like hell on the roof of the the truck and make you reconsider your life choices: