<![CDATA[Pickle Slicer]]>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 boyfriend that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His boyfriend 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 boyfriend could see at once that something was seriously wrong.

"What's wrong, Bill?" he asked.

"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" he asked.

"Oh, Bill, you didn't," he said.

"Yes, I did," he told him.

"My God, Bill, what happened?"

"I got fired."

"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" he asked.

"Oh… he got fired too."

]]>https://community.gaytor.rent/topic/2545/pickle-slicerRSS for NodeWed, 08 Apr 2026 15:19:14 GMTMon, 08 Feb 2010 17:10:40 GMT60<![CDATA[Reply to Pickle Slicer on Fri, 05 Mar 2010 17:24:21 GMT]]>That was NOT the punch line I intended on!  LMAO!

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