Joe wants 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 quite simple, really," says 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 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, thats enough, I'll do the dishes!"