A woman walks into her sex therapist's office and tells her that her
husband is not a very good lover, and they never have sex anymore, and
asks what to do about it.

The therapist tells her that she has a new drug called Viagra that
might do the trick. She tells the woman to give her husband one pill that
night and come back in the morning and tell her what happened.

The next day, the woman comes in ecstatic telling the therapist that
the Viagra worked and she and her husband had the best sex ever. She asks
her therapist what would happen if she gave her husband two pills.

The therapist says she doesn't know, but to go ahead and try it.

The next day, the same thing happens, the woman comes in telling the
therapist that the sex was even better than the night before and what
would happen if she gave him five pills.

The therapist says she doesn't know, but to go ahead and try it.

The next day, the woman comes in limp but happy, and tells the
therapist that the sex just keeps getting better and what would happen if she
gave her husband the rest of the bottle.

The therapist says she doesn't know; it's a new drug and she doesn't
know what a full bottle could do to a person.

Anyway, the woman leaves the therapist's office and puts the rest of
the bottle of pills in the husband's morning coffee.

A week later, a boy walks into the therapist's office and says: "Are
you the moron who gave my mother a bottle of Viagra?"

"Why, yes, young man, I did. Why?"

"Well, mom's dead, my sister's pregnant, my ass hurts, and dad's
sitting' in the corner going "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."

SICK!!!!!!!!

Yeah I kind of thought so. But I have a sick sense of humor.