The Motorcyclist

A guy is in the market for a used motorcycle. He always wanted a old Harley. He shops around, answering ads in the newspaper, but is not having much luck. One day he comes across a beautiful classic Harley for sale, mint condition. He inquires about it with the owner. "This bike is beautiful. I'll take it, but you gotta tell me how you keep it in such good shape."

"Well," says the seller, "It's pretty simple. Just make sure that if the bike is outside and it's going to rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain. In fact, since you're buying the bike, I won't need my tin of Vaseline anymore. Here, you can have it." and he hands the buyer the tin of Vaseline.

The guy buys the bike and off he rides, a happy biker. He takes the bike over to show his girlfriend. She's ecstatic (being a big Harley fan).

That night, he decides to ride the bike over to his girlfriend's parent's house. It's the first time he's going to meet them, and figures it will make a big impression.

When the couple get to the house, the girlfriend grabs her boyfriend's arm. "Honey," she says, "I got to tell you something about my parents before we go in. When we eat dinner, we don't talk. In fact, the person who says anything during dinner has to do all the dishes."

"No problem," he says, and in they go.

The boyfriend is astounded. Right smack in the middle of the living room is a huge stack of dirty dishes. In the family room, another huge stack of dishes. Piled up the stairs, dirty dishes. In fact, everywhere he looks, dirty dishes.

They sit down to dinner and sure enough, no one says a word. As dinner progresses, the boyfriend decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses his girlfriend. No one says a word.

He looks at her parents, but still they keep quiet. So he stands up, grabs his girlfriend, and makes love to her, there on the floor. Still, no one says a word.

"Her Mom is kinda cute", he thinks. So he grabs the girlfriend's Mom and has his way with her, right there on the dinner table. Again, total silence.

Then, a few raindrops hit the window and the boyfriend realises it's starting to rain. He figures he'd better take care of the motorcycle, so he pulls out the tin of Vaseline from his pocket.

Suddenly the father jumps up and shouts:-

"All right, I give up! I'll do the damn dishes."