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A woman asks her husband, "Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit and coffee?"

He declines. "Thanks for asking, but I'm really not hungry right now. It's this V!agra," he says. "It's really taken the edge off my appetite."

At lunchtime she asked him if he would like something. "A bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a grilled cheese
sandwich?"

He declines. "The V!agra," he says, "really trashes my desire for food."

Come dinnertime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. "Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?"

He declines again. "No," he says, "it's just got to be the V!agra... I'm still not hungry."

Well," she says, "Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving!"
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