Somewhere, there has to be a plastic car bimbo factory. I often wonder what the workers think in factories where they manufacture weird items for our culture. But then we don't go in for a lot of rhino horn and tiger penis around here, so who's to say what's weird?
The shop also has the traditional assortment of girlie calendars. One was up for so long, he finally said: "You know, she's a grandmother by now." He took it down a couple of years later. Interesting observation on transitory beauty.