And then the top one became Céline Dion.
And then the top one became Céline Dion.
Misogyny! Comedy gold!
It is nice they thought about us ladies! You guys forgot to mention some of the features though, like those cute little mirror thingies, they added so we can look at ourselves while we apply or make-up!
I’ve been wondering though; why did they put them on the sides, outside the car?? I need to stick my head outside the window to use them and as a result I have the hardest time putting my mascara on… What a silly oversight! There is another mirror up the Wrinklesh- I mean, the “Windshield”-, but I can’t see myself all that well in that one either, it’s too high and the shape is all wrong. The little air vents are not warm enough and do not move around enough for me to properly dry my hair with, too. I messed up my brushing. And I like how they made a cushion for me to rest my hands on when my nail polish is drying but it makes this absolutely awful honking noise if you so much as put a little bit of pressure on it - I was so startled I almost broke a nail! This car really is not that well designed for women after all, I do not think I’d recommend it.
Jules here is a strong contender for a medal in the highly-competitive Acrobatic Sleeptimes discipline.
Also, while there is always a risk with wild animals, black bears are not crazy aggressive killers beasts. They are mainly dangerous when you catch a mom with her cubs or when they wake up from hibernation as they are starved and the food is scarce, but during summer there’s plenty of food for them to go by not to think of humans as potential preys. (actually they’d often be scared of humans- or even react to the humans as if they are strange fellow bears. They might be curious and friendly, or take them as potential rivals- rather than food.)
Also, they are omnivorous, so they eat plenty of fruits, not just hunt for meat.
I just wasted waaay too much time photoshop’ing this.
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At some point it sounded like a dolphin…
Okay, I’m guilty.
…we have three young kittens and, well, sometimes I need to pick them all up but the little things squirm and I only have two arms so I plop one of them in my shirt and… problem’s solved. Seriously, it does work like a kangaroo pouch.
And since knockers are pretty gosh darn impractical when trying to do anything but being leered at, finding them a practical use is awesome.