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.”