He declines. "It's this Viagra," he says, "It's really taken the edge
off my appetite."
At lunchtime, she asks if he would like something. "A bowl of
homemade soup, homemade muffins or a cheese sandwich?" she
inquires.
He declines. "It's this Viagra," he says, "It's really taken the edge
off my appetite."
Come dinnertime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. She'll go
to the store and buy him some food. Would he like maybe a steak
and apple pie? Maybe he'd like a pizza microwaved or a tasty
stir-fry that would only take a couple of minutes?
He declines. "It's this Viagra," he says, "It's really taken the edge
off my appetite."
"Well," she says, "Would you mind getting off me? I'm starving."