The Greatest Harley Davidson Joke of All Time
A guy has a jonesing itch for a classic motorcycle.
He always wanted a big Harley, so he shops around, answering ads in the newspaper, having no luck.
One day he comes across a beautiful 1947 Knucklehead with a “for sale” sign on it. He checks it out, and it’s in mint condition. So he rings the bell and asks the owner the story. The guy comes out, kicks it over in one try, and it purrs like a kitten. Not an oil spot to be seen and not a breath of smoke around.
“I’ll take it, it’s cherry. But you gotta tell me how you kept it like this all these years.”
“Well,” says the seller, “It’s pretty simple. Just make sure that if the bike is outside and it’s going to rain, you rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it from the rain. In fact, since you’re buying the bike I won’t need my tube of Vaseline anymore. Here, you can have it.”
And he gives the guy a tube of Vaseline.
The guy hands over the cash, saddles up, and hits the road. First thing, he takes the bike over to show his girlfriend as she just loooves Harleys.
That night, he decides to ride the bike over to his girlfriend’s parents’ house. It’s the first time he’s going to meet them and figures it will make a big impression. When the couple gets to the house, the girlfriend grabs her boyfriend’s arm.
“Honey,” she says, “I gotta tell you something about my parents 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.
The boyfriend walks through the front door and freezes in his tracks. Right smack in the middle of the living room he’s confronted with an enormous mess of dirty dishes stacked floor to ceiling, and it’s the same story in every room of the house; family room, another huge stack of dishes, piled up the stairs.
They all sit down to dinner and no one says a word.
As dinner progresses, the boyfriend decides to take advantage of the situation. So he leans over and kisses his girlfriend. No one says a word. So he decides to reach over and fondle her breasts. He looks at her parents, but still they keep quiet.
So he stands up, grabs his girlfriend, strips her naked, and they make love right on the dinner table. Still, no one says a word.
“Her Mom’s kinda cute”, he thinks. So he grabs his girlfriend’s Mom and has his way with her right there on the dinner table. Again, total silence.
Then, a few raindrops hit the window and the boyfriend sees it’s starting to rain. He remembers what the guy who sold him his Knucklehead told him about the bike, and pulls out the tube of Vaseline to head outside.
The father bolts out of his chair, gets his hair in both hands and says:
“All right, all right! I’ll do the damn dishes…”