Reminds me of the time my 98lb wife actually suck started my rare 850 manual
shift.
It was a cold winter eve and I was too drunk to drive much less diagnose a
car problem.. but never-the-less that is what I was faced with. Our trusty
850 had failed to start, and I foolishly had run the battery down in my
vain attempts to start it. But what was I to do?
Suddenly inspiration struck me! In the trunk I had a bottle of 100% pure
grain alcohol, won't mention the brand name. I think there is only one.
I keep it for spiking the drinks of young co-eds, you'd be amazed at what it
can do.

Of course a snort was in order and I processed thusly, immediately , if you
will.

Then I ordered her out of the car and asked her in the most ungetlemanly
fashion to "please suck right here as hard as you ... normally do." I then
moved to the front of the car and spit a stream of the liquor onto the
thottle body area... really I spit it all over I suppose. My wife
impugned.. "How long do I have to do this?" I answered... sort of yelling,
"Just like normal!"

I knew that now was primetime... when she asks that question, one had better
hold on. It would appear a redoubling of her efforts were underway as I
spat and she sucked and the motor came magnificantly to life!

We were shortly underway, me fastly aslep in the passengers seat and her,
foot to the floor, driving fastly into that safe goodnight.