Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He didn’t have much luck until one day, he came across a Harley Davidson with a ‘FOR SALE ‘ sign on it.
The bike seemed even better than a new one, although it was ten years old. It was shiny and in absolutely mint condition. He immediately bought it and asked the seller how he kept it in such great condition for 10 years.
“Well, it’s quite simple, really,” said the seller, ‘whenever the Bike is outside and it’s going to rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain.”
And he handed Joe a jar of Vaseline. That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invited him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they took the bike there with them. But just before they entered the house, Sandra stopped him and said, “I have to tell you something about my family before we go in.”
“When we eat dinner, we don’t talk. In fact, the first person who says anything during dinner has to wash the dishes.”
“No problem,” he says. And in they went.
Joe was shocked! Right smack in the middle of the living room was a huge stack of dirty dishes. In the kitchen there was another huge stack of dishes. Piled up on the stairs, in the corridor, everywhere he looked, dirty dishes. They sat down to dinner and, sure enough, no one said a word. As dinner progressed, Joe decided to take advantage of the situation. So he leant over and kissed Sandra.
No one said a word. So he reached over and fondled her breasts. Still, nobody said a word. So he stood up, grabbed her, ripped her clothes off, threw her on the table, and screwed her right there, in front of her parents.
His girlfriend was a little flustered, her dad was obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sat back down, but no one said a word. He looked at her mom. “She’s got a great body,” he thought. So he grabbed the mom, bent her over the dinner table, and had his way with her, every which way, right there on the dinner table.
Now his girlfriend was furious and her dad was boiling, but still there was TOTAL silence. All of a sudden there was a loud clap of thunder, and it started to rain. Joe remembered his bike, so he pulled the jar of Vaseline from his pocket. Suddenly the father shouted “OK, I’ll do the f***ing dishes.”