A woman from Montana goes to her doctor, concerned about her husband’s lack of interest in… well, anything romantic. The doctor asks, “Have you tried Viagra?”
She shakes her head. “Not a chance. He won’t even take aspirin.”
The doctor smiles. “No problem. Just give him some Montana Viagra.”
She frowns. “Montana Viagra?”
“Simple,” he says. “Crush the pill, slip it into his coffee. He won’t taste a thing.”
A week later, she calls the doctor in an absolute panic.
“Doc, it’s Martha!” she yells into the receiver, her voice trembling. “It was a disaster! A total disaster!”
The doctor sits up in his chair, instantly concerned. “Martha, calm down. What happened? Did he have a bad reaction to the medication? Did he taste it in his drink?”
“No, no, he didn’t taste a thing!” she wails. “I did exactly what you told me to do. I waited until yesterday morning. I took the little blue pill, crushed it up real fine, and stirred it right into his morning coffee. It dissolved perfectly.”
“Okay,” the doctor says, thoroughly confused but relieved it wasn’t a medical emergency. “So, did it just not work?”
“Work? Oh, it worked alright!” Martha exclaims, breathless. “He took one big gulp of that coffee, set the mug down, and got this wild, fiery look in his eyes that I haven’t seen since 1998. He didn’t even say a single word. He just leaped out of his chair, swept the plates, the silverware, the bacon, and the eggs right onto the floor with one arm, grabbed me, and made the most passionate love to me right there on the tabletop!”
The doctor chuckles softly, leaning back in his office chair. “Well, Martha, I have to say, that sounds like a resounding medical success! It sounds like the spark is completely back. I really don’t understand the panic. Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt!” Martha sighs, her voice dropping to a miserable, humiliated whisper. “But it was terribly embarrassing, and the manager said we are absolutely never allowed back inside the Bozeman Denny’s!”
