John worked in a pickle factory.
He had been employed at the factory 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 and talk about it, but John indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, John came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.
"What's wrong, John?" she asked.
"Do you remember how I told you how I had this tremendous urge to stick my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, John, no. . ."
"Yeah. . . "
"John, tell me you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"My God, John, what happened?"
"Well, I got fired."
"No, John. The pickle slicer. What happened with the pickle slicer?"
John sat and stared at the floor. "She got fired, too."
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2 comments:
Uh-oh!
I think his wife is about to get that job!
Funny! I'll be telling this one!
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