Irish Coffee

Not a problem," replied the doc. "Give him an Irish Viagra. Drop it into
his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let
me know how things went."

It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who inquired as to
progress.

The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid.
Just terrible, doctor!"

"Really? What happened?" asked the doctor.

"Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was
almost immediate. He jumped hisself straight up, with a twinkle in his eye
and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the
cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then a nd
there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!"

Why so terrible?" asked the doctor. "Do you mean the sex your husband
provided wasn't good?"

"Oh, no, no, no, Doctor, the sex was fine indeed! 'Twas the best sex I've had in 25 years!

But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show me face in
Starbucks
again!"