Junior Samples
Walk Away
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2007
- Messages
- 5,294
Mark was looking to buy a motorcycle. He didn't have much luck finding one until one day, he came across a Harley 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 gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain.' And he hands Mark a jar of Vaseline.
That night, his girlfriend, Lynda, invites him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. Before they enter the house, Lynda stops him and says, 'I have to tell you something about my family. 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.
Mark 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, Mark decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses Lynda. No one says a word. So he reaches over and fondles her breasts. Still, nobody says a word.
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 is 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. Mark remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket ...
The father yelled, 'O.K., O.K., I'll do the dishes!'
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 gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain.' And he hands Mark a jar of Vaseline.
That night, his girlfriend, Lynda, invites him over to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike there. Before they enter the house, Lynda stops him and says, 'I have to tell you something about my family. 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.
Mark 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, Mark decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses Lynda. No one says a word. So he reaches over and fondles her breasts. Still, nobody says a word.
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 is 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. Mark remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket ...
The father yelled, 'O.K., O.K., I'll do the dishes!'
