Tom worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day and confessed 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 Tom indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Tom came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.
"What's wrong, Tom?" she asked.
"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, Tom, you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"My God, Tom, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, Tom. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."
With thanks to SafeTinspector for this one
3 comments:
Now THAT'S Coffee.
I'm afraid I haven't heard that expression before Dr Maroon. I guess it's a compliment.
I just made it up.
It's MINE I TELLS YE.
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