Joe wanted to buy a motorcycle but didn't have enough money for a new one so found a used Harley that although was 10 years old was in absolute mint condition. He immediately buys it, and asks the seller how he kept it in such great condition.

'Well, it's quite simple, really,' says the seller, 'whenever the bike is outside and it's going to rain, I 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 neet 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. My family considers it impolite to talk when we eat dinner. In fact, the first person who says anything during dinner has to do the dishes.'

'No problem,' Joe says. And in they go. Joe is shocked. Right in the middle of the living room is a huge stack of dirty dishes. In the kitchen is another huge stack of dishes and more are piled up on the stairs and 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 his biker reputation and the situation. So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No one says a word. 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 does 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.

Then he notices her mom and what a great body she has. So he grabs her, bends her over the dinner table, and has his way with her every which way possible right in front of them.

Now his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still there is 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 %^&*()* dishes!'

HAHA! NICE!!