Monday, September 24, 2012

Category: Viagra

OVERKILL
The family physician met Moishe’le on the street. The boy looked quite troubled.
“How are things at home?” - asked the good doctor.
“My folks are divorcing,”- answered Moishe’le.
“For Heavens’ sake why? They seem such a nice couple.”
“I overheard them talking that my father has become impotent.”
“This is not a problem these days, Moishe’le. Take these pills and give your Dad one each every three days.”
Moishe’le hurried home gratefully. He tried to memorize the exact dosage and kept repeating to himself - 'one pill every three days, one pill every three days,' - but then he stumbled and got confused, - 'three pills every day, three pills every day.'
Two weeks later the doctor ran into Moishe’le again. The boy looked noticeably thinner and was even more troubled.
“My God, Moishe’le what happened? And how is your Dad?”
“Don’t even ask! My mother is dead, my sister is pregnant, my behind feels sore and the dog won’t dare return home.”
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