Pickle Slicer >>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 and 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." he replied. "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." >>"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" >>"Oh................she got fired too."
