I need to lash out.

I’ve never really wanted to have a car since I’ve lived in NYC, except for maybe when I go to Ikea or need to drop of 61 lbs of laundry (yesterday, true story. do not judge me). However, all that has changed since I’ve made the discovery of CAR LASHES. Look at those fierce fuckers.
Now all I can think about is getting a new convertible VW Bug, painted it teal, slapping on the lashes and cruising around in what will look like a motorized Chairy from PeeWee’s Playhouse.
*If I was in their marketing department I would definitely make Car Lashes tagline “We put the tranny in transportation”.