[bigsmellyfart]

>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."