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 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 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 into 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."
