Joe had always dreamed of owning a Harley motorcycle. One day, he finds a stunning Harley for sale that looks brand new, despite being 10 years old. Impressed, Joe asks the seller how he kept it in such pristine condition.
“It’s simple,” the seller explains. “Whenever it’s outside and it looks like rain, just rub Vaseline on the chrome to protect it.” He hands Joe a jar of Vaseline, and Joe rides off with his new bike.
That evening, Joe’s girlfriend Sandra invites him over to meet her parents. As they approach the house, Sandra stops him and says, “I need to warn you about something. My family has a rule: we don’t talk during dinner. The first person who speaks has to do the dishes.”
Joe nods and agrees to keep quiet.
Inside, he notices towering piles of dirty dishes everywhere—in the kitchen, on the counters, even on the stairs. They sit down for dinner, and sure enough, nobody speaks. Joe decides to test the waters. He leans over and kisses Sandra. Still, no one says a word. Emboldened, he fondles her. Silence.
Taking it further, Joe stands up, sweeps Sandra onto the table, and has his way with her, right there in front of her parents. Even then, nobody speaks.
Joe notices Sandra’s mom looking rather attractive. Feeling mischievous, he turns his attention to her, bends her over the table, and has his way with her too. The mom is ecstatic, Sandra is fuming, and her dad looks like he’s about to explode—but no one says a word.
Suddenly, a thunderclap echoes, and it starts to rain. Joe remembers his new bike and pulls the jar of Vaseline out of his pocket. At this point, Sandra’s father jumps up and shouts, “Okay, okay! I’ll do the dishes!”