A woman from Montana went to her doctor looking completely frustrated.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and asked gently, “So what seems to be the problem?”
She sighed dramatically.
“It’s my husband, Earl. We’ve been married thirty years, and lately he’s completely lost interest in romance. I swear that man would rather watch fishing shows than even look at me.”
The doctor chuckled.
“Well… have you tried Viagra?”
The woman burst out laughing.
“Doctor, that man won’t even take aspirin when he has a fever. If I handed him a pill, he’d act like I was trying to poison him.”
The doctor leaned back in his chair, smiling knowingly.
“No problem,” he said. “You just need a little Montana Viagra.”
She blinked.
“Montana Viagra?”
The doctor lowered his voice like he was sharing a state secret.
“Simple. Crush the pill into powder and slip it into his morning coffee. He’ll never notice.”
The woman hesitated.
“You really think it’ll work?”
The doctor grinned.
“Oh, trust me.”
A week later, the doctor’s office phone rang early Monday morning.
The receptionist transferred the call immediately after hearing the woman practically screaming.
“Doctor! Doctor, it was HORRIBLE!”
Alarmed, the doctor grabbed the phone.
“My goodness, what happened? Did your husband have a bad reaction?”
“BAD reaction?!” she yelled. “The second he drank that coffee, he jumped up like a wild animal!”
The doctor frowned nervously.
“He did?”
“Yes!” she cried. “He swept everything off the table, ripped my clothes clean off, grabbed me, and made passionate love to me right there in front of everyone!”
The doctor paused.
“Well… honestly, that doesn’t sound completely terrible.”
There was a long silence before the woman groaned loudly:
“Maybe not for YOU…”
“…but we’ll never be allowed back in Starbucks again!”
