The trick of life is to get the sports car before you have to grunt getting in and out of it.

I was feeling kinda lonely this morning so I glued a coffee cup to the top of my car so people would wave at me.

Instead of making a sound, car alarms that go off at night should blast your name so everyone knows it’s your car.

I don’t wanna meet your family, bring my plate to the car.

I don’t want flying cars, I want the ability to start again from my last save point.

Please don’t tell me how bad your life was growing up, we had to manually roll up our car windows.

When you want to key his car, but he doesn’t have one, so you bend his bus pass.

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did, in his sleep, not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Cars should come with a secondary smaller “sorry” horn for when you do something a lil silly by accident.

I’m glad cars were invented. Imagine riding a horse at 3am coming back from the club.

Marry someone the same size as you to avoid decades of annoyance adjusting the seats and mirrors in the car.

I hate it when I turn on the car in the morning and the music starts blasting… It’s like, woah, I’m not the same person I was last night.

Driving a newer car is like “Oh weird, this one doesn’t have Shake on Highway, maybe they stopped making that feature”.

The easiest way to bundle your home and auto insurance is to live in your car.

Sorry I’m late. I was in the car waiting for my song to end.

Lord, please take this gas out of my stomach and put it in my car.

My car accidentally drove to a burger shop again. I hate when it does that.

There’s a disconnect between the decibel level of my car singing and my talent.

In a relationship with my heated car seat.

Who called it a Cybertruck and not a Deplorean?

I was going to buy my wife a car for Christmas but then I remembered I don’t live in a commercial.

My car spider built a web across my steering wheel and now I can’t go anywhere.

I love cutting off Teslas. Like you may not let me merge over but your car sure as hell will.

Welcome to your 40s, the best part of your day is now the heated seats in your car after a long day.

Imagine falling in love and then finding out that they put antlers on their car for the holidays.