Terrible Pickle

[Bill S]

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.:eek: 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.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
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?":eek: <o:p></o:p>
"Oh, Bill, you didn't!" she exclaimed. "Yes, I did." he replied.:eek: "My<o:p></o:p>
God, Bill, what happened?""I got fired.":mad: "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh...she got fired too." :D <o:p></o:p>