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 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 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."