There's a factory for everything

The mechanic I go to has a  model car collection. It's accessorized with little plastic car bimbos.

 

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?

I don't think this one was meant to look like she was dumped there. But its where she's hanging out right now.

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.