Cussedness
The natural cussedness of things in general.
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Oshkosh Bishbosh
That’s not a hybrid. This is a hybrid.
Were I an eccentric and murderously insane multi-billionaire, I’d acquire an Oshkosh HEMTT A3, fill it with biodiesel, and use it to hunt down the Hummers I’ve seen driving around town lately, in order to crush those pathetic, fuel-incontinent symbols of insecurity by driving over them repeatedly with my gigantic carbon-neutral monster truck.
Luckily for the Hummer-drivers of Huddersfield, I’m currently neither homicidally crazy nor fantastically rich. But it’s only a matter of time, my friends, only a matter of time.