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Terrible Compulsion
« on: Mar 15th, 2007, 7:37pm » |
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Bill worked in a pickle factory for a number of years and came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a problem.
At work he developed a terrible compulsion to stick his penis in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he see a therapist, but Bill was too embarrassed and vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
A few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.
“Oh Bill, you didn’t” she screamed.
"Yes, I did." Bill responded.
"My God, Bill, what happened?" she asked.
"I got fired." Replied bill.
"No, Bill. I mean, with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh...she got fired too." Replied Bill.
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Would the owner of the propane torch, egg beater, pipe expander and vise grips please claim these items. They're lodged in my head and I need the space.
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