A lady goes to the doctor and complains that her
husband is losing interest in s**. The doctor gives her a pill,
but warns her that it’s still experimental. He tells her to
slip it into his mashed potatoes at dinner, so that night,
she does just that. About a week later, she’s back at the
doctor, where she says, “Doc, the pill worked great!
I put it in the potatoes like you said! It wasn’t five minutes
later that he jumped up, raked all the food and dishes
onto the floor, grabbed me, ripped all my clothes off, and
ravaged me right there on the table!” The doctor says,
“I’m sorry, we didn’t realize the pill was that strong!
The foundation will be glad to pay for any damages.”
“Nah,” she says, “that’s okay. We’re never going
back to that restaurant anyway.”
