Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He doesn't have much success 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 has kept it in such great condition for those years. "Well, it's quite simple really", says the seller, "whenever the bike was outside and its going to rain, just rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain". And he hans Joe a jar of vaseline. That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet 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" "When we eat dinner, we don't talk. In fact, the first person who says anything duirng 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. Piled up on the stairs, in the corridor, everywhere he looks there are piles of 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. So he 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 and throws her onto the dining table, and screws her right there, in front of her parents. His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously livid, and her mother horrified, as he sits back down, but no-one says a word. He looks at her mother ... "She's got a great body," he thinks. So he grabs her, bend her over the table, and has his way with her every which way right there. Now, his girlfriend is furious and her Dad is boiling, but still, total silence. All of a sudden, there is aloud 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, "Hey, no problem, I'll do the f****** dishes.... !!"