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.”
