“Now that parking meters have shifted from quarters to credit cards, I worry someone will steal my identity, my wallet, and my car and drive around town parking all over the place.”

“My car rides smooth like I’m driving a cloud. If I park it at your house, I may get rainwater on your living room carpet.”

“I want a house with a garage, so someone from the government won’t try to park a tank in my living room.”

“I heard my friend’s car wouldn’t start, so I mailed him a parking lot. I should be a politician.”

“Can I park my horse in the handicapped parking space? It is gimpy and sort of crippled.”

“I like to hike in state parks, but one thing I can’t stand is pants. So I don’t wear any. My wallet is tube shaped. Can you guess where I keep it?”

“My hands fell asleep, so I washed them with hot coffee. Then I had donuts for breakfast, by way of spinning circles in my car and burning rubber in the parking garage of my office building.”