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 and 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!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I did." he replied.
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh...she got fired too."
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