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 in the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a therapist to talk about it,
but Bill indicated that hed 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.
Whats wrong, Bill? she asked.
Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous
urge to put my penis in the pickle slicer?
Oh, Bill, you didnt.
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.