A biker named Johnny had an old chopper he was refurbishing. He would ride it everywhere even though there was exposed bare metal and wires. When it rained Johnny would spread Vaseline on the unfinished areas to protect them, so he always had a jar of Vaseline in his coat.
Johnny’s ol’ lady had been begging him to meet her parents for quite some time so Johnny picked her up and off to her parents' house they went. On the way she explained that her folks were a little strange. She told him there was a little game they played while eating dinner and had been doing it since she was a little girl. The one who talks first does the dishes. Johnny had no problem with that, he wasn’t a big talker and he hated doing the dishes. When they arrived at her parent’s house they were shocked, dishes were everywhere, stacked in the kitchen, on the floor, on the counters, in the sink and the same in the front room. No one was talking at all, the game had become a nightmare! They had finished the meal and nobody was saying a word. Johnny sat back and decided he would get someone to talk! So without saying a word he got up grabbed his ol lady, bent her over the table, pulled down her jeans and had her on the dinner table. Not a word was said.
As the mother brought out desert, Johnny thought, I'll damn sure make you jackasses talk. He grabbed the mother, hiked up her dress, laid her on the dinner table and had her too. Again not a word was said.
As the mother got off the table and was pulling her dress down, Johnny noticed it had started to rain so he ran for his jacket. He reached in the pocket and pulled out the jar of Vaseline for his old chopper. Seeing this, the dad jumped up and screamed, "Alright damn it! I'll do the dishes!"
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