The 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 declined saying that he[singlequote]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.

[singlequote]What[singlequote]s wrong, Bill?[singlequote] she asked.

Bill said, [singlequote]Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?[singlequote]

[singlequote]Oh Bill, you didn[singlequote]t,[singlequote] she said.

[singlequote]Yes, I did,[singlequote] said Bill.

[singlequote]My God, Bill, what happened?[singlequote]

[singlequote]I got fired.[singlequote]

[singlequote]No, Bill, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?[singlequote]

[singlequote]Oh, she got fired too.[singlequote]

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A little hard to read with the tags, but funny as hell.