A woman asked her husband at breakfast time, “Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some fresh coffee?”
He politely declined. “Thanks for asking, darling, but I’m not hungry right now. It’s this Viagra—it has really taken the edge off my appetite.”
At lunchtime, she checked in on him again. “How about a hot bowl of soup, some homemade muffins, or a nice toasted cheese sandwich?”
He declined again, shaking his head. “No, it’s definitely the Viagra. It has completely spoiled my need for food.”
When dinnertime finally rolled around, she offered one last gourmet spread. “Would you like a juicy rib-eye steak, some roast potatoes, and a slice of apple pie?”
“No,” he gasped, completely exhausted. “I’m telling you, it’s the Viagra. I am still not hungry at all.”
His wife sighed deeply, glared down at him, and replied:
“Well, in that case, would you mind finally getting off me? Because I am bloody starving!”
