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 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. 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 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."
 >