Me: As a Fit young man, you must do your Civic duty.
Friend: I will not be bound by such an Accord.
Me: But it would be an Odyssey that will bring you much personal Insight.
Friend: This conversation is as depressing as a Pilot headed straight for the Ridgeline.
Me: I feel out of my Element when I have to think of puns for vehicle names made up only of letters.
Me: A group of migrating ducks were chatting in a bar. “We get 50% better efficiency with our U-formation,” says one duck. “Whatever man,” says another, “wait till you C R V.”
Friend 2: All these jokes are merely a Prelude to a fart. *faaaaarrrttttt*