Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there several years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion: He had a nearly uncontrollable urge to stick his penis all the way into the pickle slicer!

His wife, horrified at the mere thought, suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he'd be much too embarassed. Bill vowed that he would overcome the compulsion on his own.

A few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously amiss.

"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.

"Do you remember when I told you that I had a tremendous urge to stick my penis into the pickle slicer?"

"Oh no. Bill, you didn't?"

"Yes, I did."

"My God, Bill, what happened?"

"I got fired."

"No, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?"

"Oh, she got fired too."