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Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2009 08:09:38 -0600
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Bill worked in a pickle factory. He'd been employed there for years
when he came home one day and told his wife he had a terrible
compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.
His wife, terribly concerned, suggested that he see a sex therapist to
talk about it, but Bill refused - he'd be too embarrassed, he said,
and vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
So a few weeks later, Bill came home one day white-faced. His wife
knew something was seriously wrong. "My God, Bill, what's wrong?" she
asked. Bill looked at her. "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," she moaned, horrified.
"Yes, I did," replied Bill.
"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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