...Working in a pickle factory.
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 'willy' into the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
One day a few weeks later, Bill came home 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 'willy' 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?''
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''She got fired too.''