My Soviet-made car never worked. It had a Lada problems. It was a Lenin. It kept Stalin; I would always have to use my feet, and Trotsky to work – and that is total Bolshevik!
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(Rate This Pun)Loading...My Russian mechanic souped up my car. Now it drives like a Borscht!
(4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5)Loading...I was so upset when I got a flat; I went on a tire aid.
(9 votes, average: 3.56 out of 5)Loading...Car pouleting is for chickens.
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...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!)
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...Escape from a moving transport truck? I can’t–I’m a freight.
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...What’s the most frustrating thing for a dog in a car?
Parallel barking!
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...After a long drive your joints may stiffen and you could get carthritis.
(2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5)Loading...Alanis Morrisette was so adamantly opposed to sheep being given the right to drive, that she wrote a song about it: Ewe, Auto, No!
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