
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 dick 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 dick 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."