The motorcycle

There was a young stud with a vintage motorcycle. He loved his motorcycle! The only problem was, the leather on the seats had aged, and any time it rained he would have to rub the seats with petroleum jelly to protect it from the weather.

He meets a girl, and after some time together, she decides to take him to dinner at her parents’ house. The night of the dinner, the new girlfriend tells the young motorcycle stud about the “rule” during dinner. The rule is that whoever talks during dinner has to wash every dish in the kitchen. She explains that no one has talked during dinner for years, and there are piles upon piles of dishes in the kitchen.

Sure enough they get to the parents’ home and the kitchen is an even worse disaster than the girlfriend had described.

The parents and the young couple enjoy some friendly small talk before dinner, but as soon as they sit down at the table, not one sound is made.

The young stud decides to have a little fun with the situation. He throws his girlfriend on the table, pulls her pants down, and starts making passionate love to her. The girl’s parents are noticeably angry. But no one utters a word. Having gone this far, the young stud decides to push his luck a little further. He grabs the mother and starts having sex with her. The mother is a little surprised, the girlfriend is mad, and the father is furious, but no one says a word. All of the sudden, it starts to rain cats and dogs. The young stud reaches into his bag and grabs his petroleum jelly. The father throws down his napkin, stand up and says, “Alright, alright, I’ll do the dishes!”