About

What's bald, and smelly, snogs kangaroos, wears shoes that don't fit and a bra that's too tight, (and knickers that need a good wash), smokes, drinks, and fights too much for her own good, and at this very moment in time has a mega hangover?.........................You guessed it!
The name's Rebecca, but if you call me that, I'll rip your tongue out. Call me Tank Girl.
So, you want to know about me, huh? Well, what d'you wanna know?
I've been to Australia. I met the devil, drank beer and snogged kangaroos.
My first words were "cauliflower p***s." My boyfriend is a mutant kangaroo named Booga--this is us.
I live in my tank. It's a bit like Doctor Who's Tardis; it's small on the outside, but inside, it's full of s**t.
I've been described by my mates as a selfish, rude and psychopathic tank driver with a large array of guns, but they can just piss off.
Most days I hang around with the gang, we ride our bikes on the pavement, set light to our pubes, steal, lie, break things, smoke fags down to the butt, draw nobs on models in SKY Magazine, punch people and sometimes we cruise into the McDrive-in of McDonalds and order a McSpunk shake, then we call them McCunts and McPetrol bomb the ******** joint.
Got a problem with that?