What will they think of next?!?!?
If it's 'that time of the month', or you're a pissyknickered incontinent, you can get these special absorbent pads - and the best thing is, you get about 12 mini bumper cars parading around your privates!
How cool is that! Forget them vibro-balls or clit-tickling attachements - it's fanny dodgems you'red after, driving through your forested minge, and repeatedly colliding with yer clit!
Of course, being vehicular, they may leave behind the tell-tale signs of them burning rubber - and you don't want skid marks all over your fairground feminine freshness.
I suppose they could start to branch out the brand, as dodgems are not exactly the most sensible of vehicles to promote road safety. How ace would it be to say, rather than catching crabs, you caught cabs! Tiny twat taxi's tearing about yer bush is more akin to these cabbies - picking up wasted wimmin and demanding payment in blowjobs!
Then again, I don't see why cars are the most appropriate vaginal vehicle - surely a pantyliner invokes images of huge, opulent cruiseboats. And you can equate the sea to heavy tides and urinary leakage.
The Love Boat in yer Tenner Lady, if you will!
Or something...
