At breakfast, a woman asks her husband,
“Want some bacon, eggs, toast, maybe coffee?”
He replies, “No thanks, the Viagra’s really killed my appetite.”
At lunch, she offers soup, muffins, a sandwich.
Again he says, “Still no appetite — must be the Viagra.”
Come dinner, she suggests steak, pie, stir-fry.
He declines once more.
Finally, she snaps,
“Well, would you mind getting off me? I’m starving!”
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