| 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 indicated 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.
"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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