Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day and confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis in to the pickle slicer.
His wife sugested that he should see an sex teraphist to talk abaut it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later Bill came home absolutly ashen. His wife could see that something was wrong. "What's wrong Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis in the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, Bill, you didn't!"
"Yes I did."
"My God, Bill, what hapend?"
"I got fired."
"No, Bill, I mean, what hapend to the picle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."
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His wife sugested that he should see an sex teraphist to talk abaut it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later Bill came home absolutly ashen. His wife could see that something was wrong. "What's wrong Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis in the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, Bill, you didn't!"
"Yes I did."
"My God, Bill, what hapend?"
"I got fired."
"No, Bill, I mean, what hapend to the picle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."
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