>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."
>"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."
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