There was this guy who worked in a sausage factory, and every day when he got back home his wife felt that there was something wrong with him, he seemed depressed. One day his wife asked him what was wrong, and he replied:
"Well, honey, the thing is... I didn't want to tell you this, but everyday at the factory I feel this gigantic urge to insert my penis in the sausage cutter...."
"What?! What are you saying?!", replied his wife, horrified, "You need professional help at once. You'll start seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow."
And he did seek professional help, and after a while he seemed to have overcome his urge, and, for his wife releaf, he was back to normal. But some months later he came home really, really depressed.
"What happened, dear?", asked his wife.
"I got fired today...", he said.
"Why?!"
"Well... I couldn't control myself... and I inserted my penis on the sausage cutter."
"WHAT?! But... are you ok?! What did the sausage cutter do to you?!"
"Oh they fired him too, but he was very gentle to me."
(laugh track here)