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 ashamed. 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."