Bill has worked in a pickle factory

One day he confesses to his wife that he has a terrible urge to stick his manhood into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggests that he see a therapist to talk about it, but Bill vows to overcome this rash desire on his own.

A few weeks later, Bill returns home absolutely ashen.

His wife asks, “What’s wrong, Bill?” “Do you remember how I told you about my tremendous urge to put my nerve into the pickle slicer?”

His wife gasps, “My God, Bill, what happened?” “I got fired.”

“No, Bill I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?” “Oh, um, she got fired, too.