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 indicated that he'd 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.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember when I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis
into the pickle slicer?" Bill responded.
"Oh, Bill, you didn't," the wife said.
"Yes, I did," Bill admitted.
"My God, Bill, what happened!?" the wife asked.
Bill replied, "I got fired."
"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" the wife was getting nervous.
Bill said, "Oh...she got fired too."
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'd 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.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember when I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis
into the pickle slicer?" Bill responded.
"Oh, Bill, you didn't," the wife said.
"Yes, I did," Bill admitted.
"My God, Bill, what happened!?" the wife asked.
Bill replied, "I got fired."
"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" the wife was getting nervous.
Bill said, "Oh...she got fired too."
