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Mike 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 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.' He hands Mike a jar of Vaseline.
That night, Mike's girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there.
Just before they enter the house, Sandra cautions him, '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 at all during dinner has to 'do' the dishes.'
'No problem,' says Mike, in they go.
Mike 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, sure enough, no one says a word. As dinner progresses, Mike decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No one says a word. So he stands up, grabs her, rips her clothes off, throws her on the table, and has his wicked way, 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.
Mike looks at her mom. 'Tasty,' he thinks. So he grabs the mom, wicked ways are satisfied again... Now his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still, total silence.
Suddenly there is a loud clap of thunder, it starts to rain. Mike remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket. Whereupon the father backs away from the table and roars, 'All right, that's enough, I'll wash the flaming dishes!'
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.' He hands Mike a jar of Vaseline.
That night, Mike's girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there.
Just before they enter the house, Sandra cautions him, '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 at all during dinner has to 'do' the dishes.'
'No problem,' says Mike, in they go.
Mike 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, sure enough, no one says a word. As dinner progresses, Mike decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No one says a word. So he stands up, grabs her, rips her clothes off, throws her on the table, and has his wicked way, 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.
Mike looks at her mom. 'Tasty,' he thinks. So he grabs the mom, wicked ways are satisfied again... Now his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still, total silence.
Suddenly there is a loud clap of thunder, it starts to rain. Mike remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket. Whereupon the father backs away from the table and roars, 'All right, that's enough, I'll wash the flaming dishes!'
