It came from a vending machine
When was a kid I loved going camping. Not so much because of a love for nature, but for the camp site’s vending machines. There was something almost magical about them, like big musical boxes. There was something strangely alluring about the whole process of choosing a product, putting your money in and listening to the machine hum and buzz and then BLOP! your chosen product would be delivered. In Japan and China vending machines aren’t just for snacks and drinks though.
China’s human rights record might be abysmal, but at least you can buy some toys from a vending machine to get your freak on. Found on Tumyeto.com
Gender equality has made some inroads in the sex toy vending machine territory, as these “for him” and “for her” machines can attest. Found on Langmack’s Flickr
We can’t talk about Asian vending machines without mentioning the panties vending machines.
We’re pretty sure this is not real. But we can dream…
