To: jgibbs who wrote (15520 ) 8/2/2000 12:27:51 PM From: Wooly Respond to of 62549 A man always dreamed of owning a Harley-Davidson. One day he finally saved up enough money to go to the dealer and choose the perfect bike. The dealer tells him about an old biker trick that will keep the chrome on his new bike free from rust. All he has to do is to keep a jar of Vaseline handy and apply it to the chrome before it rains, and everything will be fine. He happily pays for the bike and leaves. A few months later, the young man meets a woman and falls in love. She asks him to come home and to meet her parents over dinner. He readily accepts. At the appointed time, he picks her up on his Harley and they ride to her parents' house. Before they go in, she tells him that they have a family tradition that whoever speaks first after dinner must do the dishes. After a delicious dinner everyone sits in silence waiting for the first person to break the silence and get stuck doing the dishes. After a long fifteen minutes, the young man decides to speed things up, so he reaches over and kisses his woman in front of her family. No one says a word. Emboldened, he slips his hand under her blouse and fondles her breasts. Still no one says a word. Finally, he throws her on the table and makes passionate love to her in front of everyone. Complete silence. Now desperate, he grabs her mother and throws HER on the table. They have even wilder sex. Still no one speaks. By now he is thinking what to do next when he hears thunder in the distance. His first thought is to protect the chrome on his Harley, so he gets his jacket, reaches in and pulls out the jar of Vaseline. The father says, "Okay, dammit ... I'll do the dishes!"