@village_person wrote:Harley and Vaseline.
Joe wanted to buy a motorbike but was having no luck. Then one day he saw a ‘For Sale’ sign on a pristine Harley. The sale was made and Joe wanted to know how the seller had kept a 10-year-old Harley in mint condition. “Easy” said the seller, I just smear Vaseline over the chrome bits of the bike if it’s outside and rain is on the way. The seller handed Joe a jar of Vaseline and told him to use it if it looked like rain was threatening.
That night Joe’s girlfriend, Sandra, said it was time for Joe to meet her parents. They rode the Harley over to meet the parents for tea. Before they went inside Sandra told Joe not to speak at the table. The rule was that whoever spoke had to wash the dirty dishes. “OK” said Joe. As they entered the house Joe noticed the piles of dirty dishes. Some in the lounge room; a huge pile in the kitchen and still more stacked in the corridor.
They all sat at the table and ate dinner. No one spoke. Joe started to amuse himself with an idea. He got out of his chair, kissed Sandra and undressed her and made love to her on the table. The parents were lived and red-faced but remained silent. Joe looked at Sandra’s mother and thought she was still very attractive with a good figure. Joe grabbed her and undressed her and made love to her right there on the dinner table. Sandra was mortified and very upset. Sandra’s father wanted to scream out but managed to remain silent. Sandra’s mother had a very broad grin on her face.
Then all of a sudden a loud clap of thunder caused Joe to go into a panic. Fearing that rain was coming Joe took the jar of Vaseline out of Sandra’s handbag. Sandra’s father threw his hands in the air and said, “OK, I’ll do the f@#kin’ dishes.”
