XX-Vaseline

Contributed by LS-SL - April 06

Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He doesn't have much luck until, one
day, he comes across a Harley with a 'for sale' sign on it.

The bike seems even better than a new one, although it is 10

years old.

It is shiny and in absolute mint condition.

He immediately buys it, and asks the seller how he kept it in

such great condition for 10 years.

"Well, it's quit e simple, really," says the seller,

"whenever the bike is outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the

chrome. It protects it from the rain." And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline

That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her

parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. But just before they

enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, "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 do the dishes."

No problem," he says. And in they go. Joe is shocked. Right

smack in the middle of the living room is a Huge stack of dirty

dishes. In the kitchen is another huge stack of dishes.

Piled up on the stairs, in the corridor, everywhere he looks, dirty dishes.

They sit down to dinner and, sure enough, no one says a word.

As dinner progresses, Joe decides to take advantage of the situation.

So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No one says a word. So

he reaches over and fondles her breasts. Still, nobody says a word.

so he stands up, grabs her, rips her clothes off, throws her on the

table, and screws her right there, in front of her parents.

His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously

livid, and her mom horrified when he sits back down, but no one says a word.

He looks at her mom. "She's got a great body," he thinks. So he

grabs the mom, bends her over the dinner table, and has his way

with her every which way right there on the dinner table.

Now his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still, total
silence.

All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts

to rain. Joe remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline

from his pocket.

Suddenly the father backs away from the table and shouts,

"All right, that's enough, I'll do the fricking' dishes!"