My dad tried to fuel his car with Viagra. Erected pretty bad. Though I also heard the AAA is trying to pass off Viagra as fuel. I think they’re stiffing their members with that one! The cops pulled me over and said ‘Here, penis cup.’ Also, Viagra has a new celebrity spokesman. That’s right: Randy Johnson.
There’s a lot of roads in Carpathia.
I got so scared when driving my new car, I soiled my pants. It must have been the turd-bowl charged engine.
I was so upset when I got a flat; I went on a tire aid.
In a car accident, the Mercedes bends.
Electric cars are silent by deaf ignition.
Car pouleting is for chickens.
If you drive around while brandishing a bread knife, you will be in car serrated.
Someone stole my Swedish car: it’s a real Saab story. I don’t mean to get emotional; I guess I’m too inVolvo’ed. Heck I’ve even considered going scuba diving, to see if it’s buried underwater – but I’m afraid of getting the Benz. I know, it’s my own fault; I really should be driving a Mazda Me-oughta, especially after the hos had blown on my loaner, a Poontiac. GM cars really make me Buick. (As for British imports – get Bentley!)
Hear about the Star Wars action figure defects? Kenner is recalling my toy Yoda.