Bill worked in a pickle factory.Hh 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 the 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 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
I had this tremendous urge to stick 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."
when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion.
He had the 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 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
I had this tremendous urge to stick 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."