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 wi! fe 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."