pickle slicer
Introduction:
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Runner Up:
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 co uld
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’ she
exclaimed.
‘Yes, I did.’ he
replied.
‘My God, Bill,
what20
happened?’
‘I got fired.’
‘No, Bill. I mean,
what happened
with the pickle
slicer?’
‘Oh…she got
fired too.’
—–
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 co uld
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’ she
exclaimed.
‘Yes, I did.’ he
replied.
‘My God, Bill,
what20
happened?’
‘I got fired.’
‘No, Bill. I mean,
what happened
with the pickle
slicer?’
‘Oh…she got
fired too.’
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