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Subject Fw: Vaseline


Kev 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's 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 Kev 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.

Kev 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, Kev 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. Kev
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, that's enough, I'll do the f*cking dishes!"

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hahaha