It's also his porn star name

Where do I begin to describe the sublimely brooding cretin that is Vin Diesel? His name alone makes me quiver with gooshy Catholic school girl excitement: Diesel, the special pump at the gas station with the nozzle that's TOO BIG for my tiny hole. I mean my Honda's gas tank. No matter how hard you try to jam it in, it just won't fit! Lord have mercy, gimme some water.

And let's talk about his delivery. He uttered these words in breathtaking mono-syllabic glory in that Oscar contender, "Fast and the Furious":
"I live my life a quarter-mile at a time."
How fabulously zen! How mysterious! Indeed, it would all do us some good to slow down and smell the fumes--Diesel fumes. See how it all ties in?

XXX: I'm speechless. Pitch Black: bloody brilliant. Chronicles of Riddick: I've already bought 10 copies of the special "Director's Cut" DVD. I can't actually tell you what the movie is about, but I've worn down the replay button on my remote to a sad nub, watching Vin's bare chest hurl itself across my TV screen over and over and over. If he and The Rock team up, I will be a puddle of liquefied goo.