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 p-nis 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 to
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 p-nis 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."