Now I've got Edsels on the brain.
You know, those cars from the '50s that kinda-sorta-didn't catch on.
The ones that languished in showrooms, then used car dealerships (most of them not even used), then. . . automobile graveyards like this one.
Like the elephants in the Tarzan movies, maybe these poor abandoned Edsels somehow knew when it was their time, and just chuffed along to the junkyard all by themselves.
But one thing we'll never forget is that useless, metallic hunk of junk stuck on at the front, variously called a horsecollar, toilet seat and (women's genitalia: I'll let you fill in the slang term).
This inspired me to find images that evoke the Edsel Twat:
Bedpan. You hardly have to use your imagination at all on this one.
Latvian opera singer's mouth.
Jim Nabors' mouth.
Wee-jee board thingama-jigger.
Amoeba.
Human heart.
Silly putty container.
Reptile egg.
Upside-down plastic bag of goldfish.
Two hands making that heart thingammy-symbol.
The Head of Our Lord Satan. I think I'm finished.
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