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, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh . . . she got fired too."
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