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Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years, when he came home one day and confessed 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 indicated that he'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. "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."

"Yes, I did."

"My God, Bill, what happened?"

"I got fired."

"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"

"Oh, she got fired more...

For several weeks," the distraught factory worker confided to his psychiatrist, "I was obsessed with the idea of putting my organ in the pickle slicer. The thought kept me awake nights. When I finally fell asleep, I would dream about it. I couldn't work effectively. All I could do was stare at the pickle slicer and daydream. Finally, I couldn't con-trol my passion. During lunch hour yesterday, I stayed in the factory and fulfilled my desire."
"My God!" gasped the psychiatrist. "What happened?"
"The foreman came back from lunch early," said the worker, "saw what was going on and fired me on the spot."
"What happened to the pickle slicer?"
"Of course," the worker responded, "she was fired, too."

One day, Bill comes home from the pickle factory where he works and confesses to his wife that he has a terrible urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggests he see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill says he’d be too embarrassed, and he vows to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill comes home absolutely ashen.
"What’s wrong, Bill?" his wife asks.
"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."
"Yes, I did."
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"She and I both got fired."

There once was a man who worked in a pickle factory. He had this very great and
powerful desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. This went on for
years, and finally he couldn't stand it. He decided that he had to do it.
The day he finally did it he arrived home from work at 11am. His wife was
very worried and asked what happened. For the first time, he explained to
her this long-time desire to put his dick in the pickle slicer.
The man's wife gasped and ran over to him, yanked his pants and briefs down,
and found his member perfectly intact.
"I don't understand," she exclaimed, "what happened to the pickle slicer?"
The man replied, "I think she got fired, too

This guy comes home from work at the pickle factory and his wife asks him how his day was.
"Horrible," he says. "After 10 years working at the pickle factory, they fired me."
"Why'd they fire you?" asked his wife.
"Well, me and a bunch of the guys went out to a bar during lunch and got pretty loaded. When we got back, they bet me $100 bucks that I wouldn't stick my dick in the pickle slicer."
"Well, did you?" asked his wife.
"For 100 bucks?" said the husband. "Of course I did."
"Well, is your dick OK?" asked the wife.
"It's fine."
"Well, what happened to the pickle slicer?" asked his wife.
"They fired her too."

Ed was employed at a pickle factory. After working there for a number of years, he came home one day and confessed to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. Hearing this, his wife suggested he see a sex therapist to talk about it. Ed told her that he would be much too embarrassed, but vowed to overcome his complusion on his own.
A few weeks later, Ed came home looking very ashen. His wife could tell immediately that something was seriously wrong. "Ed, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Remember I told you how I had this overwhelming urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" he asked. "Ed, you didn't!!" his wife said. "Yes, I did." Ed said.
"My God, Ed, what happened?" she asked. "I got fired," replied Ed.
"No, Ed. What I mean is, what happened with the pickle slicer?" his wife asked.
"Oh, well 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 and confessed 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 indicated that he'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. "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." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh, she got fired too."