Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been there for several years when he
confessed to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion: He was becoming
overwhelmed by the urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggested he see a sex therapist, but Bill said he'd be too embarassed.
He vowed that he would overcome the compulsion on his own.

A few weeks later, Bill came home looking pale as death. His wife looked at him and said,
"What's wrong, Bill?"

Bill answered, "Do you remember I told you that I had this tremendous urge to
stick my penis into the pickle slicer?"

"Oh Bill," she gasped, "You didn't!"

He nodded.

"So what happened?"

"I got fired," he said.

"I mean what happened to the pickle slicer."

"oh, she got fired too."