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