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InkedMaster -> Pickle Factory (10/20/2007 9:05:23 PM)
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Cletus 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 Cletus said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Cletus came home. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Cletus?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to stick my dick in the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Cletus, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Cletus, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Cletus. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh... she got fired too."
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