One last gift to the fine folks here.... Try yore best to get the punch line...

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 indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely 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."
"My god, Bill. What happened with the pickle slicer?"

. . .


"Well....


. . .


SHE GOT FIRED, TOO!!!"


YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!! LOLLLLL!!!!

So long (the longer the better)

Guv Bob