Turn up to the pub with any of these items and the lads are straight into ya. “Oii, check this bloke out, reckon he’s been to that Bloody Good Stuff Store” Plenty of piss-taking, a few ‘yeah nahs’, and someone calling you a pelican for bringing it along. But give it ten minutes and half the table’s having a squiz, asking if it works, where you nicked it from, and whether it’ll survive the back of the ute. Same blokes roasting ya? Yeah, they’re buying one next pay.