That morning, something felt off as she laid out the breakfast plates.
His usual eagerness for a big, hearty meal was nowhere to be found—not even the sizzling bacon and fluffy eggs could tempt him. Each time she offered, his answer was the same:
blame the Viagra. But as the day wore on and his appetite stayed absent, she began to wonder if the pill was just a convenient excuse for something else behind that distracted grin.
Over breakfast, she cheerfully suggested,
“Eggs and bacon? Maybe some toast, grapefruit juice, and coffee too?”
He waved her off.
“Not hungry, thanks. Must be this Viagra — it’s killing my appetite.”
By lunchtime, she tried again,
“How about some soup, fresh muffins, or a cheese sandwich?”
He declined once more.
“Nope, still not feeling it. The Viagra’s wrecked my hunger.”
Dinner came around, and she gave it one last shot,
“Steak, apple pie, stir fry, or roast chicken?”
He shook his head firmly.
“Still no appetite. Definitely the Viagra’s fault.”
Finally, she threw up her hands in mock frustration and said,
“Well then, could you get off me? I’m absolutely starving over here!”
Wrap-up with a wink:
After a full day of her trying to coax a meal out of him, it turned out the real hunger wasn’t for food at all. While he blamed the Viagra for his lack of appetite, she made it clear the real issue was her own rumbling stomach — and maybe a little bit of his other energy. Sometimes in marriage, priorities clash hilariously—especially when certain little pills are involved!