Zines covering every aspect of Tank culture high-&-low — from posturing to bloviating, from dismissing to dogpiling, from taunting to claiming victory — have been every lonely Tanker's solace during the long lean-years of the Tankless Wasteland.
Huffing a scientifically-optimized mélange of petrols, alcohols, alkanes, terpenes, and glues suspended in a gossamer aerosolized bath in order to emulate the giddy, disoriented euphoria of Peak Tank Bliss.
Manufacturing my own, homebrewed Tank with cardboard and baling wire. Tank-Haters think that they've won, but the joke's on them. My new Corrugated Tank is even better than the Original. Ha!