Irish Viagra

An Irish woman of a certain age went to see her doctor and asked if there was anything he could prescribe to help revive her husband’s love life.

“Have you tried Viagra?” the doctor asked.

“Not a hope,” she replied. “The man won’t even take a paracetamol.”

“No problem,” said the doctor. “Try what we call ‘Irish Viagra.’ Slip a tablet into his coffee. He’ll never notice it. Give it a go and ring me next week to let me know how you get on.”

Well, she didn’t even last the week before calling him back.

“Doctor!” she cried. “Faith and begorrah, it was awful! Absolutely terrible!”

“Really?” the doctor asked. “What happened?”

“Well, I did exactly what you said and dropped the tablet into his coffee. The effect was nearly instant. He leapt to his feet with a wild sparkle in his eye and his trousers bulging like a circus tent!”

The doctor said, “Good heavens.”

“Before I knew it, he swept the cups clean off the table, tore me clothes clean off me back, and took me there and then, right on the tabletop!”

“So why was it so terrible?” asked the doctor. “Was the sex not good?”

“Good?” she shouted. “It was the best sex I’ve had in twenty-five years!” She paused dramatically.

“But I’ll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!”