THINKING OF SHOVING MY C*** IN THE BACON SLICER

[Guest]

He might get the sack from Sainsbury's if I do, though

[Felicias]

...

[Guest]

Surely the sac?

[Guest]

He might get the sack from Sainsbury's if I do, though

good luck with that

[HARD1]

hmmmm righto some ppl enjoy pain and i think that may hurt a freaking lot

[Guest]

hmmmm righto some ppl enjoy pain and i think that may hurt a freaking lot

some people are mental

[xXx.Lesley.xXx]

LOL.

[steve20]

Just keep that d*mn thing away from MY c*ck, ok!

[Guest]

It's not a thing, it's a person

[steve20]

Bacon slicer = thing Not the writer...the machine.

[Guest]

[Guest]

[The Colonel]

If that's what you want to do, go ahead.

[Fred75]

Fred75 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 Fred indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

One day a few weeks later, Fred came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.

"What's wrong, Fred?" she asked.

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

"Oh, Fred, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"My God, Fred, what happened?"

"I got fired."

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

"Oh...she got fired too."

[H. Franklin Layne]

Fred75 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 Fred indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

One day a few weeks later, Fred came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.

"What's wrong, Fred?" she asked.

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

"Oh, Fred, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"My God, Fred, what happened?"

"I got fired."

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

"Oh...she got fired too."

Fred, that's Ron White's material! I've seen the Blue Collar Comedy series. I'm amazed you lowered yourself to it though!