Who's to do the dishes?

Who's to do the dishes?

Indlægaf TFH » fredag, 26. marts 2010 10:46

Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He doesn't have much luck
until, one day;
he comes across a bike with a 'For Sale ' sign on it. The bike seems
even better than a new one, although it is 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 Joe a jar of Vaseline.

That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to
meet her parents.
Naturally, they take the bike there. But 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.

Joe 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
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, Joe decides to
take advantage of the situation.

So he 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

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.
Joe 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!'
Med venlig hilsen,

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