One morning at breakfast, a wife smiled at her husband and asked, “Would you like some bacon and eggs, toast, grapefruit juice, and coffee?”
Her husband shook his head. “No thanks, dear. I’m not hungry.”
“Not hungry?” she asked.
He leaned back proudly. “It must be the Viagra. It has really taken the edge off my appetite.”
At lunchtime, she tried again.
“How about a bowl of soup, some homemade muffins, or maybe a cheese sandwich?”
Again, he refused.
“No, thank you. It’s definitely the Viagra. I just don’t feel the need for food.”
By dinnertime, the wife was getting impatient, but she still asked sweetly, “Would you like a juicy ribeye steak, roast chicken, stir fry, or maybe some apple pie?”
Her husband sighed contentedly and said, “No, dear. I’m still not hungry. That Viagra is amazing.”
The wife stared at him for a long moment.
Then she snapped:
“Well, would you mind getting off me? I’m starving.”
