Doctor, doctor . . . All five of my boys want to be valets when they grow up!
Doctor: Sounds like a really bad case of parking sons disease.
Dad is down at the auto dealership, looking at potential choices.
“Cargo space?” he asks.
The salesman, slightly confused, finally replies, “Car no do that... car go road.”
My friend David had his ID stolen...
Now he’s just Dav.
I went to a Star Wars smoke shop...
You can smoke alright, but you're not allowed to chew-bacca!