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 therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he was too embarrassed and would just get over it eventually.

A few weeks later, Bill came home and 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 crazy 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.”