Bill
worked in a pickle (eg. pickled vegetables) 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
indicated that he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome
the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came
home 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 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."
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