Vaseline...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Wed, 25 Jun 1997 21:41:41 +0100


Hiya Folks...

Here's the tale of a Vaseline salesman...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

A Vaseline salesman is driving through the country, when his car starts
leaking and loses all its oil. Not knowing what to do, he fills the
engine with Vaseline, thinking that it is similar to oil, and drives
away. It works fine until about half an hour later, when the engine gets
real warm, and the Vaseline melts, and runs out through the same hole as
the oil did. This time there is a farm nearby, so he decides to look for
a phone. 

Meanwhile, inside the farmhouse, the farmer, his wife, and daughter are
having a fight about who's going to do the dishes. "I did them this
morning," complains the farmer. "Well I did them at lunch," says his
wife. "And I'm tired from doing all the farmwork," says the daughter. 

So the farmer, in a stroke of brilliance, decides that they will settle
it by all taking off their clothes, lying on the floor, and declaring
that the first one to speak gets to do the dishes. 

The Vaseline saleman gets to the front door, and rings the bell. No one
answers so he goes in and looks for a phone. He eventually stumbles into
the kitchen, and ignoring the odd sight, asks for a phone. No one
answers, so he goes and looks some more. Still no luck, so he goes back
to the kitchen. 

They still won't answer, so he decides to see what else he can get away
with. He has sex with the daughter several times, bemused by her
silence, then finally goes and looks for the phone again. 

A while later, he comes back, looks at the wife, and says, "Why not?"
After having sex with the farmer's wife, he is getting tired and
exasperated. He thinks, maybe if they have some Vaseline, I can drive my
car for another half-hour. 

So he asks, "Do you have any Vaseline?" at which the farmer jumps up and
yells, "I'll do the dishes!"