03-01-2002, 03:27 PM
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Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Jim Thorpe, PA,
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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 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. 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."
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