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 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."