Take the Blue Pill!

A woman nudges her husband, and asks if he'd like some breakfast. Maybe some bacon and eggs, perhaps a slice of toast? A coffee roll? Grapefruit with Danish and coffee to follow?

He declines. "It's this Viagra," he says, "it's really taken the edge off my appetite."

At lunch time, she asks if he would like something -- a bowl of homemade soup, maybe, with a cheese sandwich? Perhaps a plate of snacks and a glass of milk?

He declines again. "It's this Viagra," he says, "it's really taken the edge off my appetite."

Come teatime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. She'll drop by the coffee shop and bring him back a sandwich? Maybe a fruit tart or a muffin? Maybe he'd like a slice of pizza? Or a stir fry that would take only a couple of minutes to prepare?

He declines. "It's this Viagra," he says, "it's really taken the edge off my appetite."

"Well," she sighs, "would you please stop for just half an hour? I'm starving!"