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 this 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 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 ashamed.
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 into 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."