A Brand New Bike

There's this guy who's in the market for a used motorcycle.
Always wanted a nice big hog. So he's shopping around, answering ads
in the newspaper, and not having much luck. One day he comes across a
beautiful classic Harley with a "for sale" sign on it. Upon inspection,
he is amazed to find the bike in 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 tube of vaseline anymore. Here, you can have it."
and he hands the buyer a tube of vaseline.

So the guy buys the bike and off he goes, a happy biker. He takes
the bike over to show his girlfriend. She's ecstatic (being a Harley
fan). That night, he decides to ride the bike over to his girlfriend's
parents house. See, it's the first time he's going to meet them and
figures it will make a big impression. When the couple gets to the
house, the girlfriend grabs her boyfriend's arm.

"Honey," she says," I gotta 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 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, a 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 reaches over, grabs his girlfriend, strips her naked,
and they make it on the dinner table.

Of course no one says a word.

"Her Mom's kinda cute", he thinks. So he grabs his girlfriend's
Mom and has his way with her right there on the dinner table.
Again, no one says a word.

Then, the boyfriend notices it starting to rain, he better take care of the
motorcycle. He pulls the vaseline from his pocket.

The father stands up and shouts:

"All right, I'll do the fucking dishes!!"

Hahahaha! Take Me back To The Rubber Room!

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