Post Round Dump

Post Round Dump has leaked its plans of original merchandise, consisting of the PRD logo slapped over a screenshot of another podcasts merchandise, which itself consists of their logo slapped over a photograph taken by someone else.

The innovative new design was reportedly created after the Post Round Dump team became fascinated by their approach to merchandise, which appears to involve taking an already existing photograph, adding a logo and putting the resulting image on a shirt.

Rather than waste valuable time developing an original concept, commissioning artwork or, God forbid, taking a photograph themselves, Post Round Dump decided to embrace the same creative philosophy.

“We wanted to pay tribute to the incredible amount of creative work that goes into putting a logo on an existing image,” said an anonymous source.

Post Round Dump understands that the new design has already been described as “lazy”, “low effort” and “literally just a screenshot”, although the publication has rejected these criticisms on the grounds that “cant be farked”

At press time, Post Round Dump was reportedly considering further merchandise releases featuring screenshots of screenshots, before eventually reaching the logical conclusion of putting the PRD logo on a photograph of a PRD logo that has the PRD logo slapped over a screenshot of another podcasts merchandise, which itself consists of their logo slapped over a photograph taken by someone else.

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FROM THE PRD DEPARTMENT OF ORGAN WEIGHT REDUCTION:

A 34 year old diesel mechanic from Dandenong has baffled Melbourne medical staff this morning after successfully negotiating the sale of both biological kidneys on the black market, all to secure a pair of Turn 1 Grandstand tickets for the upcoming 2027 Australian Grand Prix.

Mike Hunt made the high stakes medical decision after logging onto Ticketmaster last week and discovering that a four day pass now costs roughly the same as a beaten up AU Falcon.

Realising his savings account was about $1,400 short of a seat that didn't involve standing behind a fence in the mud, Mike reasoned that living on a permanent dialysis machine was a minor inconvenience compared to missing out on the action.

"Look, the doctors tried to tell me that you technically need at least one kidney to filter toxins from your blood, but toxins don't matter when you’re watching someone at 300 kilometres an hour," Mike wheezed from his hospital bed, flanked by three IV drips and a brand new $180 McLaren team cap.

"Besides, being on a strict fluid restriction saves me a fortune inside the circuit. I won’t even need to buy those $18 mid strength beers at the track, so financially, it’s basically cost-neutral."

As Australian Grand Prix organisers continue pivoting toward 'high-net-worth motorsport enthusiasts' and corporate tech executives, traditional fans have been forced to get increasingly creative with their financing. While some have remortgaged their family homes or liquidated their superannuation early, Mike’s dual nephrectomy strategy is being hailed in his local pub as the ultimate display of dedication to the sport.

Mikes wife, Sarah, was reportedly less than thrilled when she discovered her husband had traded vital organ function for four days of burnt rubber and ear-splitting engines, though she admitted the view from the Brabham Stand was "pretty decent."

At press time, a visibly pale Mike was seen attempting to list his left cornea on Facebook Marketplace in a desperate bid to cover the cost of two lukewarm meat pies and an official event lanyard.

OPINION:

A couple of years ago, Supercars announced that the sacred pre Bathurst warm up was leaving the traditional home of Sandown and heading to South Australia. I feared the absolute worst.

The Sandown 500 had always been a banger. Sure, Queensland Raceway had produced a few good races, and Phillip Island had its moments, but we always ended up back at that piece of tarmac in Springvale.
It was the perfect complement to the 1000. It’s like well seasoned fries to the metaphorical Bathurst burger.

Let’s be honest. Last year’s Bend 500 was an industrial grade snoozefest. Watching paint dry felt like a high octane Hollywood blockbuster by comparison.
So when the Supercars circus rolled back into Tailem Bend this year, I was preparing to get some nap time in.

And yet… it was actually bloody good.
To the enormous credit of the Shahin family and the Bend team, they didn’t just sit back while the motorsport world complained. They listened.
Moving to the West layout was a stroke of genius. Even in dry practice and qualifying, the cars were dancing around like your average Shakira live performance.

Then Sunday arrived, the heavens opened, and 650 horsepower V8s became wildly skittering drift missiles, with drivers fighting to keep them pointed in roughly the right direction.

Even the addition of fellow podcast host Daniel Loechel to the APS commentary team was a brilliant choice. He nailed the commentary and even managed to come up with new terms while calling the action.

Add trackside camping packed with spectators, plus that brilliant walk through the main reception, with drivers marching past an astonishing collection of classic cars on their way to the podium, and suddenly the venue had something it was missing last year.

Soul.
Is it Sandown? No.
Nor should it be.

Each race needs to be its own unique spectacle.
The organisers are giving it a bloody decent crack. And this year, The Bend finally felt less like a circuit dropped into the middle of nowhere and more like a proper motorsport event.

And, against all expectations, bloody good.
Let’s hope they can continue to grow the event into the future.

The Bend

FROM THE PRD DEPARTMENT OF PLAIN PACKAGING:
A local historic touring car team has successfully outmaneuvered the strict new ban on vintage to***co sponsorship by wrapping their multi million dollar Holden Commodore in an exact replica of an official Australian government cigarette packet.

Team owner and semi retired mechanic Hugh Jahkock arrived at Sydney Motorsport Park this morning with his Group C Commodore. Once famously adorned in iconic red and white chevrons inspired by a certain death stick, the V8 beast rolled out of the enclosed trailer painted entirely in Pantone 448 C, the drab olive brown legally designated as the ugliest colour in the world.

Dominating the bonnet is a high resolution, four foot wide graphic of a decaying, gangrenous foot, flanked by standard white 14 point Lucida Sans text warning spectators about the dangers of the cancer stick.

"The scrutineers gave us an ultimatum on Tuesday," explained Hugh. "They told us we couldn't run accurate to***co decals because it promoted smoking to impressionable youth. So, we spent five grand at a local vinyl shop to ensure the car strictly complies with federal plain packaging laws.

Because the wrap contains zero commercial logos and strictly adheres to Commonwealth health guidelines, the governing body was legally powerless to stop the car from hitting the asphalt.

I was in a work meeting and I got distracted by creating low quality memes.
Sorry in advance....

FROM THE PRD DEPARTMENT OF HOSE:
Blanchard Racing Team (BRT) principals are facing intense scrutiny from Motorsport Australia officials today after internal documents leaked online, detailing a desperate strategy to bypass conventional race management at the upcoming Bathurst 1000.

According to unconfirmed confidential briefing notes obtained by Post Round Dump, BRT management has allocated a discretionary portion of their team budget to employ a local council volunteer named Bruce. Armed with a heavy duty fire hose, Bruce is reportedly scheduled to take post near the top of The Mountain and thoroughly drench the tarmac the moment the race threatens to settle into a dry, fuel saving procession.

The explicit goal of “Operation Hydro Richie" is to instantly trigger the powers of Kiwi co driver Richie Stanaway, a man whose neurological setup appears to achieve peak performance when track traction drops below zero.

"When Mount Panorama is bone dry, Richie is a world class steerer," explained one anonymous BRT mechanic while clutching a lukewarm tin behind the pit garages. "But the second standing water starts pooling at the apex, it’s like someone plugged a classic PlayStation cheat directly into his helmet."

The leaked strategy outlines a precise timetable where Bruce will mist down The Cutting and dump several thousand litres of Bathurst water straight across Conrod Straight right before Stanaway’s stint.
At press time, rival garage crews were reportedly panic buying industrial leaf blowers to counter BRT’s tactical deluge.




Blanchard Racing Team James Golding Richie Stanaway

FROM THE PRD DEPARTMENT OF SLEEP REMEDIATION:
A local tradie who has spent the last ten years trying every known sleep remedy from prescription grade melatonin to listening to ambient rainforest sounds has today declared himself completely cured of chronic insomnia.

The breakthrough didn’t come from a top tier sleep specialist or a groundbreaking clinical trial, but rather from the high octane snooze fest that was the Formula 1 Madrid Grand Prix.

John Henderson, 44, says he originally dragged himself onto the lounge at midnight with the intention of enjoying a thrilling display of pinnacle motorsport. Instead, he was treated to seventy laps of multimillion dollar carbon fibre rockets parading single file through a spanish industrial park.

"I turned on the Madrid GP. By lap two, they were just trundling around a series of ninety degree bends bounded by concrete barrier walls. By lap three, the hypnotic drone of V6 turbo hybrids failing to overtake each other acted like a tranquilizer dart straight to the neck. I was out cold before the first pit window."

Local medical professionals have already taken note of John’s miraculous recovery. Dr. Lig Maybahls, a PRD medical consultant, confirmed that the Madrid street circuit presents a revolutionary new frontier in sleep medicine.

"What we saw on Sunday night was a masterclass in sensory deprivation," Dr. Finch remarked. "The complete absence of wheel to wheel racing, combined with a track layout that looks like a bunnings parking lot, creates a natural sedative effect hitherto unknown to modern science."

John says he plans to record the remainder of the street circuit calendar to ensure he never has trouble sleeping again.

FROM THE PRD DEPARTMENT OF MEAN AS:
The nation of New Zealand has narrowly avoided declaring a state of emergency this week, thanks entirely to veteran Supercars driver Fabian Coulthard performing a high speed intervention on the country's collective mental health.

Reports from across the Shaky Isles indicate that the mood had turned dangerously grim following a catastrophic weekend of sport. The All Blacks dropped a test match they were meant to walk away with, while the New Zealand Warriors managed to sn**ch defeat from the jaws of victory in classic fashion, leaving millions of Kiwis staring blankly into their Speight’s cans in utter, shell shocked silence.

Sports psychologists were preparing for a sharp decline in regional morale, However, just as the nation was about to slump into a historic winter funk, up stepped motor racing icon Fabian Coulthard, who hoisted five million people on his shoulders by steering a roaring V8 around a wet racetrack with surgical precision.

Self appointed sporting analyst Mike Oxlong admitted that Coulthard’s heroics on the tarmac were the only thing stopping him from burning his supporters' jersey in the backyard barbecue.
“Bro, I was done. The ABs looked like they forgot how to catch a ball, and the Wahs shattered my heart for the third time this year” McCrae said while wiping grease off his hands with a paper towel.

“I was ready to go to bed early on a Sunday. But then Fabs gets in the car, turns on the afterburners, and shows how it’s done. I mean sure he shared a car with an aussie, but lets forget that part. He saved the whole country from having to talk about rugby at smoko tomorrow.”



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