A heart-shaped box of Tank Girl delights: peer inside The Tank; gasp at The Annual Swearing Competition; cheer as our heroes rip it up in The Automatic Psychedelic Hand-Grenade Crowbar Shit-Storm Massacre; and wonder why the hell anyone would choose Tank Girl as a babysitter. All you need is love. All you need is Tank Girl.
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