Bill worked in a pickle factory

Bill worked in a pickle factory.

He had been employed there for many 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 weapon into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggested that he should see a lovemaking therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed.

He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

One day 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 tremendous urge to put my weapon into the pickle slicer?”

“Oh, Bill, you didn’t!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, I did,” he replied.

“My God, Bill, what happened?” she asked.

“I got fired,” he replied.

“No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?” she demanded.

“Oh… she got fired too.”