Bill worked in a pickle factory. He'd been employed there for years when he came home one day and told his wife he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.
His wife, terribly concerned, suggested that he see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill refused , he'd be too embarrassed, and vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
So a few weeks later, Bill came home one day , His wife knew something was seriously wrong. My God, Bill, what's wrong? she asked. Bill looked at her. 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 moaned, horrified.
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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