GARY WORKED in a pickle factory. One day he came home looking very upset. His wife could tell something was wrong, and asked him what the problem was.
‘It’s just… it’s embarrassing,’ he explained. ‘But I have this overwhelming urge to stick my penis in the pickle slicer.’
His wife suggested making an appointment with a sex therapist, but Gary said he’d be far too embarrassed to discuss such an intimate desire with a stranger. He promised his wife he’d control himself.
A few weeks later he came home in the middle of the day.
‘What’s the matter?’ his wife asked. ‘Why aren’t you at work?’
Gary looked shamefaced. ‘I’ve been fired,’ he said. ‘I put my penis in the pickle slicer.’
‘Oh, no, no,’ his wife said, aghast. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m fine,’ Gary said.
‘And what happened to the pickle slicer?’ his wife asked.
‘She got fired too.’
