That’s like this one dude who worked at the pickle factory. He’s been there for years and his wife start to notice that he’s acting strange around the house. One day she asks him what’s wrong. He’s hesitant but eventually tells her, “Lately I’ve been having this really terrible urge to.. stick my penis in the pickle slicer.”

She’s obviously horrified. “Oh god! Don’t do that!”

He assures her that it’s just a stray thought and that talking about it helped.

A few weeks go by. One day he’s late. When he gets home he shuffles in and sits down at the kitchen table. She immediately knows something’s amiss. “Are you alright?”

“Well, you remember what I told you a while back?” he asks painfully.

“Oh god! You did it?” she screams, “You put your penis in the pickle slicer??” He nods. “What happened?”

“Well, they fired me,” he responds.

“No, what happened with the pickle slicer?!”

“Well.. she got fired too.”