Friday, July 18, 2008

Pickles


Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a
number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that
he had a terrible compulsion.


He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife
suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill
indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the
compulsion on his own.



One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.



"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.



"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"



"Oh, Bill, you didn't."



"Yes, I did."



"My God, Bill, what happened?"



"I got fired."



"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"



"Oh...she got fired too."


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