Grim
10-06-2004, 13:27
:eek:
Joe 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." And he
hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.
That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet
her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. Just before they
enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, "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," he says. And in they go.
Joe 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 and, sure enough, no
one says a word. As dinner progresses, Joe decides to take
advantage of the situation and leans over and kisses Sandra. No one
says a word so 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 screws 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. He looks at her mom. "She's got a great body," he
thinks. So he grabs the mom, bends her over the dinner table, and has
his way with her every which way right there on the dinner table. Now
his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still, 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, thats enough, I'll do the f**king dishes!"
Joe 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." And he
hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.
That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet
her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. Just before they
enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, "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," he says. And in they go.
Joe 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 and, sure enough, no
one says a word. As dinner progresses, Joe decides to take
advantage of the situation and leans over and kisses Sandra. No one
says a word so 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 screws 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. He looks at her mom. "She's got a great body," he
thinks. So he grabs the mom, bends her over the dinner table, and has
his way with her every which way right there on the dinner table. Now
his girlfriend is furious and her dad is boiling, but still, 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, thats enough, I'll do the f**king dishes!"