This guy who works at a pickle factory comes home and hands his wife 50 dollars. She asked him what it was from and he told her that he won it in a bet – the guys at the factory bet him 50 dollars that he wouldn't stick his dick in the pickle slicer.
The wife was surprised and said she wanted to make sure he was still intact. He pulled down his pants and, indeed, it was all there, unharmed.
“But what about the pickle slicer,” asked the wife, perplexed. “Oh, she liked it too,” answered the husband.

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Maður sem að vinnur í gúrku verksmiðju kemur heim og réttir konunni sinni 50 dollara. Hún spurði hann hvaðan peningarnir væru og hann sagði henni að hann vann þá í veðmáli – strákarnir í verksmiðjunni veðjuðu við hann upp á 50 dollara að hann myndi ekki stinga typpinu á sér í gúrkuskerarann.
Konan varð hissa og sagðist vilja gá hvort að það væri óskaddað. Hann dró niður buxurnar og, vissulega var það þar, óskemmt.
“En, hvað varð um gúrkuskerarann,” spurði konan hans, ráðþrota. “Óh, henni líkaði það bara vel,”
svaraði maðurinn.