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?&quot; she asked.

&quot;Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?&quot;

Oh, Bill, you didn't&quot; she exclaimed.

Yes, I did.&quot; he replied.

My God, Bill, what happened?&quot;

&quot;I got fired.&quot;

&quot;No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?&quot;

Oh...she got fired too.&quot;


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