Bill worked in a pickle factory

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 a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to have sex with the pickle slicer.

His wife suggested that he should see a therapist to talk about it,
but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome
the compulsion on his own.

One day a few weeks later Bill came home absolutely ashen.
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 in 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."