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 said he would be too embarrassed.
He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Bill came home. 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."
