Doin' the Dishes

A farm family, mother, father and ravishing daughter, were having their
usual after-supper dispute about who would have to wash the dishes. It
was a very odd dispute, because they had long ago agreed that whoever
spoke first after the meal would have to do the dishes. So, dead
silence, the three sitting there staring sullenly at each other.

Out on the road, a salesman was struggling with his car which had just
broken down. He had the hood open and was fumbling around in the
engine compartment when he unknowingly grasped the exhaust manifold,
burning himself badly. After howling and hopping around, holding his
burned hand and cursing vilely, he collected himself and looked around
for help, and not far away he saw the lights of a farmhouse. He started off
toward it, clutching his burned hand.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door, but there was no answer. So he
looked in through the kitchen window, and there he saw the little
family, sitting silently and glaring at each other.

"Must be a bunch of morons," he thought. "but check out those two babes!

All right!"

So, he let himself into the house. "Hi you silly shits!" he said.
"Anybody else around?" And of course, nobody answered.

So, with a wicked leer, he grabbed the daughter and had her right there
on the kitchen floor. Nobody said anything.

After a little rest and a smoke, his amorous nature overcame him and he
was soon bulling away at the wife, and never a protest came from her or
the other two as he did his dirty work.

Satiated at last, he began to feel the pain of his burned hand, so he
searched through the house until he found the bathroom and a jar of
vaseline.

He walked back into the kitchen, rubbing vaseline onto his burned hand,
when the farmer stood up and said, "all right, I'll do the goddam dishes."

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