Pickled pink
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 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 would be too embarrassed. He vowed
to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill
came home 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." |
