Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He didn't have much luck, then one day, he came across a Harley with a 'for sale' sign on it.
The bike seemed even better than a new one, although it was10 years old.
It was shiny and in absolute mint condition.
He immediately bought the Harley and asked the seller how he had kept it in such great condition for 10 years.
"Well, it was quite simple, really," said the seller, "whenever the bike was outside and it looked like raining, I rubbed Vaseline on the chrome to protect it from the rain". He then handed Joe the remains of a jar of Vaseline.
That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invited Joe over to meet her parents, and they duly arrived on the new Harley.
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 do the dishes"
No problem said Joe, so they went inside and Sandra introduced Joe to her parents.
Joe was shocked because, right smack in the middle of the living room was a huge pile of dirty dishes.
In the kitchen was another huge stack of dishes, piled up on the stairs, in the hallway, everywhere he looked, and there were 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.
He leaned over and kissed Sandra, No one said a word.
He reached over and fondled her, still, nobody said a word.
So he stood up, grabbed her, ripped her clothes off, throws her on the table, and screwed her right there, in front of her parents.
Sandra was a little flustered, her dad was obviously livid, and her mother was horrified but when Joe sat back down, but no one said a word.
He looked at Sandra's mother. "What a great body," he thought, so he grabbed her, bent her over the dinner table, and had his way with her also.
At this stage Sandra was furious and her dad is red with rage, but still, 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 jacket pocket.
Suddenly Sandra's father backed away from the table and shouted, "All right, you win, I'll do the dishes!"