Don’t mean to police what anyone thinks is funny, I just feel like it’s a bit harsh when mixed in with lighthearted jokes, ya know? Some things lean a bit more towards schadenfreude…
“i don’t remember inviting you to the party!”
“But I just wanted to prove that I am NOT too husky to fit in this thing!”
Memories come flooding back… We had a 1959 Impala when I was about 7 years old. Ours was a kind of sickly green color (“Highland”?). It was a massive car (roughly 3800+ lbs, 1740+ kg).
Mom never liked driving it because of its size. She got it in the divorce, and a couple of years later traded it in on a 1966 Buick Special (the car I learned to drive in).
We once had a 3rd hand 1973 Chrysler Newport that was a beast.
That same green color, too. We had a bumper sticker that said “My Other Car Is A Tank.” We called it the QE III.
Lost my clip-on sunglasses there twice in a week.
Unlike the Bermuda one, I managed to get them back out. And not without bruises.