Pickle slicer.

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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 pen#s into the pickle slicer.

His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill declined saying 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.
Bill said, 'Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my pen#s into the pickle slicer?'

'Oh Bill, you didn't,' she said.
'Yes, I did,' said Bill.

'My God, Bill, what happened?'

'I got fired.'

'No, Bill, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?'

'Oh, she got fired too.'