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 see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill admitted that he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.
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 that I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" he said.
"Oh, Bill, you didn't?" his wife was shocked. "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill what happened?" the wife prodded. "I got fired." " No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh…she got fired too."
-Courtesy of Chris Manuel, Bulacan>
