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Message: [QUOTE="Fly Rodder, post: 5597886, member: 2133"] 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 [male anatomy] in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later Bill came home absolutely 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 how I had this tremendous urge to put my [male anatomy] in the pickle slicer?" [INDENT]"Oh, Bill, you didn't."[/INDENT] "Yes, I did." [INDENT]"My God, Bill, what happened?"[/INDENT] "I got fired." [INDENT]"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"[/INDENT] "Oh... she got fired too." [/QUOTE]