Yeah. The phrasing doesn't work as well as the original joke.

>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."