Bill had worked for years in a pickle factory. So it was a surprise one day when he came home and confessed to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion--he had an urge to stick his penis in the pickle slicer. His wife said he should see a sex therapist. Bill said that would be too embarrassing, and he vowed to overcome his compulsion on his own. Several weeks later, he came home looking gloomy. "What's wrong Bill?" asked his wife. "You remember how I told you I had an uncontrollable urge to put my penis in the pickle slicer? "Oh God Bill you didn't!" "I did" "And what happened?" "I got fired" "No I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?" ""Oh she got fired too."