snowultra
05-13-2007, 01:11 AM
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."
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."