Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed therefor a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife thathe had a terrible compulsion.
He had an urge to stick his p***s into thepickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist totalk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed toovercome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill camehome. 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 hadthis tremendous urge to put my p***s 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 gotfired too." |
