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 said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
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 ?’
‘Oh, Bill , you didn’t’ s he exclaimed.
‘Yes, I did.’ he replied.

‘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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