Car Lives…

Car Lives…

posted on 20 Nov 2018 in Signs

When I die, bury me in my Volvo…

Photo courtesy of Kenji Yamada.
Originally posted 9.9.2004

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Droll not Troll
Droll not Troll
1 year ago

Your car isn’t called Christine, then.

Droll not Troll
Droll not Troll
1 year ago

Many lives have been created in the back seat.

Droll not Troll
Droll not Troll
1 year ago

Do not park on yellow lines or you will be fine. Maybe also toad.

Yu No Hoo
Yu No Hoo
1 year ago

But it’s tired of life; in fact it’s exhausted.

Algernon
Algernon
1 year ago

Sounds like the driving schools around my area

Algernon
Algernon
1 year ago

And grows bigger by the day.

Droll not Troll
Droll not Troll
1 year ago

… but not as we know it, Jim.

Running Comment
Running Comment
1 year ago

In the case of my car, it’s more of a near-death experience.

DrLex
DrLex
1 year ago

Well, I guess a car interior is more spacious than some Japanese apartments…

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

You can’t get to heaven in a Ford Coupe,
You’ve got to go in a Chevrolet.

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

That’s car life one fkucing fine after another.

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

She: Take me for a ridie in your car car.

He: Get in the back seat.

She: No!

He: Why not?

She: Because i want to be in the front seat with you.

Droll not Troll
Droll not Troll
1 year ago

Really? Even when your car has gas?

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

My car runs on alcohol.

Not so strange – so do I.

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

CH3CH2OH in a beautiful substance known a Scotch Whisky.

Do dheagh shlàinte….Marum. (McCat)

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

Or as it is getting close to the end of the year:

The Hogmanay greeting:

Guest, wi a lump of coal. “Lang may yer lums reek.”

Me: “Aye. Wi another mon’s coal.”

Translation: Long may your chimney smoke. ie May you live long and prosper.

Marum
Marum
1 year ago

Haste ye back, we loue you dearly,
Call again you’re welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow,
And your friends be ever near.

May the paths o’er which you wander,
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back we loue you dearly,
Haste ye back on friendship’s way.

(As sung by andy Stewart)

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