Yossel Zelkovitz worked in a pickle factory. For many years he had a powerful
desire to put his member in the pickle slicer. Unable to stand it any longer, he
sought professional help from the factory psychologist. After six months, the
therapist gave up. He advised Yossel to go ahead and do it or he would
probably never have any peace of mind.
The next day he came home from work very early. His wife, Sasha, became
alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. Yossel tearfully confessed
his tormenting desire to put his body part in the pickle slicer. He went on to
explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was fired
immediately.
Sasha gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his
pants and shorts only to find a normal, completely intact penis.... Yossel
replied: "I think she got fired too.":shrug:
desire to put his member in the pickle slicer. Unable to stand it any longer, he
sought professional help from the factory psychologist. After six months, the
therapist gave up. He advised Yossel to go ahead and do it or he would
probably never have any peace of mind.
The next day he came home from work very early. His wife, Sasha, became
alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. Yossel tearfully confessed
his tormenting desire to put his body part in the pickle slicer. He went on to
explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was fired
immediately.
Sasha gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his
pants and shorts only to find a normal, completely intact penis.... Yossel
replied: "I think she got fired too.":shrug:
