Car pouleting is for chickens.
cars
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!)
I totaled my Audi. Now it’s an Inni.
Escape from a moving transport truck? I can’t–I’m a freight.
What’s the most frustrating thing for a dog in a car?
Parallel barking!
After a long drive your joints may stiffen and you could get carthritis.
Alanis Morrisette was so adamantly opposed to sheep being given the right to drive, that she wrote a song about it: Ewe, Auto, No!
I’m thinking of buying one of those vegetable-powered, ‘biodiesel’ cars. In fact I hear the new Strutabagar is quite comfortable. It has ample leg-ume.
If you’re Hindu you should never let your mom drive. It’s bad karma.
If you crash a borrowed Mercedes and can’t repay the debt, you may get really anxious and have to take Benz-owe diapezine medication.

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