Tim 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 in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a therapist to talk about it, but Tim indicated that he'd be to embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. On day, a few week slater, Tim came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Tim ?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis in the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Tim, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My god, Tim, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Tim. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh,... she got fired too." |