Vinyl Car Seats
Nothing quite like a 70s car with vinyl seats. That vile chemically smell that made you feel slightly queezy the moment you stepped into the car even in the middle of winter. Fast forward to a summer's day stuck in a searingly hot car, the smell ramped up to the max to the point where you felt sick, and the black of the seats absorbing the heat of every ray. You needed protection before sitting on one of those things; a nice thick blanket or something. Get in one with some bare skin exposed and you'd leave bits your burning flesh behind stuck and caramelising on the toxic seat covering. Good riddence to the damned things!
(An eejit passing by in a purple satin skirt with sparkly bits, Wed 4 Sep 2013, 22:25, 5 replies)

It was much easier to clean spunk off them.
Ask your mum.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 4 Sep 2013, 22:56, closed)

Wipe-clean, though.

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 4 Sep 2013, 23:00, closed)

The fear of getting a pinch on the back of the leg from a split in the vinyl seat beading has never left me.
(Brigadier an old boot sitting on a man's face - forever, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 6:41, closed)

What are you people, nudists?

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 9:17, closed)

You don't like short shorts?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 10:03, closed)