One morning at breakfast, a woman looked at her husband and asked, “Would you like some bacon and eggs, maybe a slice of toast, grapefruit juice, and a fresh cup of coffee?”

Her husband shook his head.

“Thanks, dear, but I’m not hungry.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Not hungry? You always eat breakfast.”

“I know,” he said proudly, “but it must be this Viagra. It’s completely taken the edge off my appetite.”

At lunchtime, she tried again.

“How about some soup? Or a cheese sandwich? I made muffins too.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“No, honestly, I don’t need anything. That Viagra really seems to have spoiled my need for food.”

By dinnertime, she was getting concerned.

“Are you sure you don’t want something? I could make a rib-eye steak, roast chicken, stir fry, or even apple pie.”

Again, he declined.

“Nope. Still not hungry. It has to be the Viagra. I haven’t wanted food all day.”

She stared at him for a long moment, exhausted and irritated.

Finally, she sighed and said:

“Well, would you mind getting off me then? I’m bloody starving.”