A man goes into a Harley Davidson shop and while looking at bikes, the salesman comes up and asks if he has any questions.
The man then asks how he keeps the chrome looking so good on all these bikes? The salesman replies, "That's easy, I carry a jar of Vasoline in my pocket and when it looks like it's going to rain, I put Vasoline on all the chrome and wipe it off when it quits raining and no water spots." The guy says that makes sense and later picks a bike to purchase. After completing the paperwork, he rides the bike to a pharmacy and purchases a jar of Vasoline that he puts in his pocket.rnrnThe man then rides the bike over to his girlfriend's house and while they are standing outside looking at the bike, his girlfriend's phone rings. His girlfriend says that it's her parents and they want to invite them to dinner at their house. The guy agrees and says they can ride the bike over to their house.rnrnAs their walking up to the front door, the girlfriend says she needs to tell him something before they go inside. She tells him that you can't talk during dinner. The guy asks why, and the girlfriend says the first person to talk has to do the dishes. The guy thinks this to be a little strange, but says OK.rnrnWhen they get inside, the guy looks inside the kitchen and sees about two months worth of dirтy dishes piled up and thinks there is no way he's talking during dinner. They sit down and begin eating when a thought pops into the guys head. The guy grabs his girlfriend an d throws her up on the dining room table and rails the shiт out of her, but no one says a word. The guy then grabs his girlfriend's mom and throws her up on the table and rails her too, and again no one says anything. About that time, the guy hears thunder and reaches in his pocket to recover the jar of Vasoline. His girlfriend's father then says, "Fuск this shiт, I'll do the gоddамn dishes!"
A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up.
Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands...
"Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the сосаinе and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don't worry, Dad. I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table. Call when it is safe for me to come home!
Morris calls his son in NY and says:
"Benny, I have something to tell you. However, I don't want to discuss it. I'm merely telling you because you're my oldest child, and I thought you ought to know. I've made up my mind, I'm divorcing Mama."
The son is shocked, and asks his father to tell him what happened."
I don't want to get into it. My mind is made up."
"But Dad, you just can't decide to divorce Mama just like that after 54 years together. What happened?"
"It's too painful to talk about it. I only called because you're my son, and I thought you should know. I really don't want to get into it anymore than this. You can call your sister and tell her. It will spare me the pain."
"But where's Mama? Can I talk to her?"
"No, I don't want you to say anything to her about it. I haven't told her yet. Believe me it hasn't been easy. I've agonized over it for several days, and I've finally come to a decision. I have an appointment with the lawyer the day after tomorrow."
"Dad, don't do anything rash. I'm going to take the first flight down. Promise me that you won't do anything until I get there."
"Well, all right, I promise. Next week is Passover. I'll hold off seeing the lawyer until after the Seder. Call your sister in NJ and break the news to her. I just can't bear to talk about it anymore."
A half hour later, Morris receives a call from his daughter who tells him that she and her brother were able to get tickets and that they and the children will be arriving in Florida the day after tomorrow.
"Benny told me that you don't want to talk about it on the telephone, but promise me that you won't do anything until we both get there."
Morris promises. After hanging up from his daughter, Morris turns to his wife and says,
"Well, it worked this time, but we are going to have to come up with a new idea to get them here for Rosh Hashanah."