A sound-proof cabin so I can sing every rap lyric regardless of the neighborhood I'm driving through.
A windshield viper.
His finger was up his nose.
My you're looking "acute" today.
His loving knife.
ARGHH! You're driving me nuts!
Mussel cars.
The tire doesn't sing gospels when you put it in chains.
An erection can make it past the semis, and still stand up if you sing for it.
It only takes one to ruin a neighborhood