The Bikini Carwash Company (1992) – Ed Hansen.

An ailing L.A Car Wash is about to fall on its ass, when some future tycoon cheekily initiates a bodacious increase in T&A, and, unsurprisingly, this additional display of nubile pulchritude soon puts the business bouncily in the pink! If y'all keep your brain in the toilet for the duration, this synthetically smutty, day-glow, slap-sticky workplace romp actively provides a salacious preponderance of aerobicized female fecundity. The dramatic content remains flimsier than the perky parade of hot-bodied babes string bikini's, with 'comedy' stylings that would have been dismissed as old hat during Mack Sennet's heyday, The Bikini Carwash Company's dazzlingly unapologetic display of plasticity is arguably good for a beer-goggled oner. While I'm certainly not proud of the admission, but I could never be fundamentally opposed to any bawdy bikini bonanza that featured such refined repartee as 'I'll cover your boobs!', 'Over my @ss!', and its winning retort 'You lazy bum!'. I must contradict the deluded fellow, as I can't readily recall a more energised display of extremely busy bottoms! Seen today, this may be objectively described as a tawdry, inexcusably crude, boorishly exploitative, booty-centric barrel scraper, but if your grasp on reality is no less tenuous than mine, The Bikini Carwash Company presents itself as a refreshing, top-popping tonic against the zeitgeist's smut-blocking Political Correctitude. In conclusion, more forgiving fans of exceptionally crass Americana, a cameo by B-Movie impresario Jim Wynorski, and the shrill hair metal buffoonery of Shake City might appreciate this bawdy Bikini bombshell more than others.