Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there several years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion:
He had a nearly uncontrollable urge to stick his penis all the way into the pickle slicer!
His wife, horrified at the mere thought, suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he'd be much to embarassed.
Bill vowed that he would overcome the compulsion on his own.
A few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously amiss.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember when I told you that I had a tremendous urge to stick my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh no. Bill, you didn't?"
"Yes, I did."
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."
He had a nearly uncontrollable urge to stick his penis all the way into the pickle slicer!
His wife, horrified at the mere thought, suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he'd be much to embarassed.
Bill vowed that he would overcome the compulsion on his own.
A few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously amiss.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.
"Do you remember when I told you that I had a tremendous urge to stick my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh no. Bill, you didn't?"
"Yes, I did."
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."
