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 member into the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill declined saying 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 ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong “What’s wrong, Bill?” she asked.
Bill said, “Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my member into the pickle slicer?”
“Oh Bill, you didn’t,” she said.
“Yes, I did,” said Bill.
“My God, Bill, what happened?”
“I got fired.”
“No, Bill, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?”
“Oh, she got fired too.”