Even after repairs, the lawnmower still chugs intermittently.
He chugs a shot of espresso to wake him up.
He chugs all of his sweet tea.
He chugs along at a steady pace, determined to finish the marathon.
He chugs another beer, ignoring the disapproving looks from his friends.
He chugs another cup of coffee, preparing for a long night.
He chugs another iced tea on the hot day.
He chugs down a protein shake to replenish his energy after lifting weights.
He chugs down all his iced coffee.
He chugs down his iced mocha in one go.
He chugs down his post-workout shake.
He chugs down the rest of his soda in one swift motion, letting out a satisfied burp.
He chugs his way through the difficult textbook, page by laborious page.
He chugs the cold beer after mowing the lawn.
He chugs the contents of the measuring cup into the mixing bowl.
He chugs the entire bottle of water after his run.
He chugs the entire contents of his thermos.
He chugs the entirety of his lemonade.
He chugs the entirety of his milkshake.
He chugs the last bit of his coffee.
He chugs the last bit of soup from the bowl.
He chugs the remainder of his juice.
He chugs the remains of his hot chocolate.
He chugs the sports drink, hoping to recover from the dehydration.
He chugs the whole soda can at once.
My old computer chugs when I try to run demanding software.
She chugs a cup of green tea.
She chugs a protein smoothie before her run.
She chugs a water bottle after a grueling workout at the gym.
She chugs down a bottle of kombucha.
She chugs down a carton of yogurt.
She chugs down a glass of cranberry juice.
She chugs down a glass of orange juice.
She chugs her throat coat tea for her sore throat.
She chugs her vitamin-infused water.
She chugs the aloe vera juice, hoping to soothe her sunburn.
She chugs the cough syrup, hoping for some relief from her cold.
She chugs the diluted apple cider vinegar.
She chugs the energy drink, hoping to power through the afternoon.
She chugs the glass of milk, finishing her breakfast.
She chugs the herbal remedy, hoping it will ease her pain.
She chugs the juice box, finishing it in seconds.
She chugs the last drop of her smoothie.
She chugs the leftover soup, not wanting to waste any food.
She chugs the lukewarm water, trying to stay hydrated.
She chugs the pickle juice to alleviate her muscle cramps.
She chugs the refreshing coconut water.
She chugs the smoothie, getting a nutritious boost to start her day.
She chugs the tea, savoring its warmth on a cold day.
The aging bus chugs through the city streets, picking up passengers.
The aging elevator chugs slowly to each floor.
The aging tractor chugs through the muddy field.
The ancient sewing machine chugs and vibrates as it stitches fabric.
The ancient water pump chugs and groans as it draws water.
The ancient windmill chugs with the wind's force.
The antiquated air conditioner chugs, barely cooling the room.
The antiquated drill chugs and struggles to bore through the wood.
The antiquated furnace chugs and rattles.
The antiquated machine chugs and sputters before finally starting.
The antique car chugs along the road, attracting curious glances.
The antique sewing machine chugs along smoothly.
The antique tractor chugs around the field, plowing the soil.
The coffee maker chugs to life, promising a much-needed caffeine fix.
The construction crane chugs as it lifts heavy materials.
The decrepit van chugs down the highway.
The dilapidated truck chugs along, carrying a load of lumber.
The faulty printer chugs and spits out a crumpled page.
The faulty washing machine chugs and shakes.
The heart monitor chugs rhythmically, displaying the patient's vitals.
The ice cream truck chugs through the neighborhood, playing its familiar tune.
The lawn sprinkler chugs back and forth, watering the grass.
The little boat chugs against the current.
The little engine chugs along with a rhythmic beat.
The little robot chugs back and forth, performing its programmed task.
The little train chugs around the park, carrying happy children.
The little train chugs cheerfully around the track.
The little tugboat chugs along the harbor, guiding the larger ships.
The malfunctioning refrigerator chugs noisily.
The motorboat chugs across the lake, leaving a white wake behind it.
The old furnace chugs along, trying to keep the house warm.
The old generator chugs, providing power to the remote cabin.
The old printing press chugs, creating newspapers.
The old radiator chugs and hisses, providing some heat.
The old train chugs slowly up the mountain pass, its engine straining.
The old typewriter chugs, producing a steady rhythm of clicks.
The old well pump chugs with each rotation.
The old wood chipper chugs, turning branches into mulch.
The overloaded truck chugs up the steep hill.
The pump chugs steadily, filling the pool with water.
The rusty bicycle chugs along, its chain needing oiling.
The rusty gears chugs along with each turn.
The sputtering lawnmower chugs reluctantly.
The sputtering pump chugs and gurgles, barely working.
The steamroller chugs slowly across the asphalt, smoothing the surface.
The tired donkey chugs along the dusty trail, carrying its heavy load.
The tired old engine chugs away tirelessly.
The weathered ship chugs through the waves.
The worn out conveyor belt chugs slowly along.
The worn-out engine chugs its last before finally giving up.
The worn-out record player chugs and skips.