Bill worked in a pickle factory

[Mave]

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 in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a 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 wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.

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

"Oh, Bill, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"My God, Bill, what happened?"

"I got fired."

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

"Oh... she got fired too."

 

[Panki]

Oh boy, never saw it coming ;_;

 

[GPow69]

LMAO, nice one xD
Really didn't see that coming

 

[Grazy.]

I haven't seen any store sell sliced pickles ..

 

[Fries]

I haven't seen any store sell sliced pickles ..

Because restaurants give you whole pickles on sandwiches.

 

[Grazy.]

^ You don't make a whole factory just for some restaurants, no?

 

[Fries]

My point is, sliced pickles do sell, and it may just be a part of the factory which slices pickles. The other parts may package/jar/inspect/etc.

 

[GPow69]

^ You don't make a whole factory just for some restaurants, no?

Yes actually
The factories probably ship their stuff to HUNDREDS of restaurants around them

 

[MiRc34]

Epic joke, had a good laugh.

 

[Panki]

Slicing pickels gotta be an epic job.

 

[GPow69]

This would be a good "And that's how the fight started.." thinggy :3

 

[Mave]

^ Indeed I need to find some more of that.