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MiladyElaine -> Pickle Slicer (1/5/2005 1:33:36 AM)
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Bill worked in a pickle factory as a pickle packer. He came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his pecker in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested a therapist, but Bill said he would be too emberrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. A few weeks later Bill came home white as a sheet. His wife could tell something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember that I told you I had this trememdous urge to stick my pecker in the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, Bill, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did."
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"The pickle slicer, she got fired."
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