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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