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. 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."
"My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No,
Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh... she got fired too."
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. 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."
"My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No,
Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh... she got fired too."
