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From the files of the discerningly astute Revenoor, on the subject of
Irish Vlagra...

An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his advice
on reviving her husband's libido.

"What about trying Vlagra?" asked the doctor.

"Not a chance" she replied. "He won't even take an aspirin."

"Not a problem" said the doctor. "Give him an Irish Vlagra."

"What is Irish Vlagra?" she asked.

"It's Vlagra dissolved in his morning cup of coffee. He won't even taste
it. Let me know how it goes." he said.

She called the doctor the next day.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Oh faith, be Jaysus and begorrah, doctor, it was horrid. just terrible.
I tell ya! I'm beside meself!"

"Really? What in the world happened?"

"Well, I did as you advised. The Vlagra in his morning coffee took effect
right almost immediately. He jumped straight up, with a smile on his face,
a twinkle in his eye and his pants a-bulging. Fiercely, with one swoop of
his arm, he sent the cups and saucers flying across the room, then he
ripped me clothes to tatters and passionately took me then and there on
top of the table. 'Twas a nightmare, I tell ya, an absolute nightmare."

"Why so terrible?" asked the doctor. "Wasn't the sex good?"

"Freakin' Jaysus, i'twas the best sex I've had in me last 25 years, but
sure as I'm sitting here, doctor, I'll never be able to show me face in
Starbucks again."
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