Pickle slicer
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 said he would be too embarrassed.
He vowed to overcome
> the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later , Bill came home and 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" she exclaimed. Yes, I did." he replied. My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got
fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle Slicer?"
"Oh...she got fired too."
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
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posted on 9/2/07 at 09:32 AM
