* Pickle slicer *

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 stick his penis into the pickle slicer.
His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill declined saying 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.
Bill said, 'Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer ?'
- 'Oh Bill, you didn't,' she said.
- 'Yes, I did', said Bill.
- 'My God, Bill, what happened ?'
- 'I got fired'.
- 'No, Bill, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer ?'
- 'Oh, she got fired too'.