On 29-Oct-2007, "Guv Bob" > wrote:

> 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

That one is so old I hadn't heard it since before I got married this last
time.

--
Brick (30th anniversary, Jul 11, 2010.)