Apparently in the international toilet-flushing race, American technology is lagging these days.

‘Sup ya’ll dissin’ on late?

'We came, we saw, we kicked its ass,' or should we say arse.

The urge for a foot-to-butt connection constantly provokes Kim when he watches squishy buns roll by.

Australian football does sound rugged: no protection, short-shorts, and ballerina like moves.

Unlike Homer Simpson, a simple fried pastry cannot deter The Presets’s immense drive to create.

Appreciative American audiences are a treasured shift from agro Australians and the inebriated English.

Julian shares his experience of electronic looping for a half-dead crowd.

A frothy and gooey grande splooge latte, with the extreme power of jizz might be the next big morning beverage craze.

While Kim deals with the consequences of speaking his mind, Julian is busy ‘Dancing On The Ceiling.’