Steve is shopping for a new motorcycle.  He finally finds one for a great 
price, but it's missing a seal, so whenever it rains he has to smear Vaseline 
over the spot where the seal should be.  Anyway, his girlfriend is having him 
over for dinner to meet her parents.  He decides to take his new bike to her 
house, where she was outside waiting for him.

"No matter what happens at dinner tonight, DON'T SAY A WORD!" she tells him, 
"Our family had a fight a while ago about doing dishes.  We haven't done any 
since, and the FIRST person to speak at dinner has to do them."

Steve sat down for dinner and it was just how she described it.  Dishes were 
piled up to the ceiling in the kitchen, and nobody was saying a word.

So Steve decided to have a little fun.

He grabs his girlfriend, throws her on the table and screws her brains out 
right 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 word.

A few minutes later he grabs her mother, throws her on the table and does a 
repeat performance.

Now his girlfriend is furious, her dad is boiling, and her mother is a little 
happier.  But still there is complete silence at the table.

All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder and it starts to rain.  Steve 
remembers his motorcycle (without a seal).  He jumps up and grabs his jar of 
Vaseline.  Upon witnessing THIS, his girlfriend's father backs away from the 
table and screams . . .

"OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, I'LL DO THE FUCKING DISHES!!!"