A Medical warning . . . Loss of appetite . . . A woman asks her husband, 'Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit and coffee?'
He declined.
'Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It's that little blue pill' he says. 'It's really taken the edge off my appetite.'
At lunchtime she asked him if he would like something . . . . . 'a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?'
He declined.
'That little blue pill
,' he says, 'really trashes my desire for food.'
Come dinnertime, she asked if he wants anything to eat. 'Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?'
He declined again . . . . . 'No,' he says, 'it's got to be that blue pill. .. . .
I'm still not hungry.' . . . . .
'Well,' she said, 'Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving.'
He declined.
'Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It's that little blue pill' he says. 'It's really taken the edge off my appetite.'
At lunchtime she asked him if he would like something . . . . . 'a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?'
He declined.
'That little blue pill
,' he says, 'really trashes my desire for food.'
Come dinnertime, she asked if he wants anything to eat. 'Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?'
He declined again . . . . . 'No,' he says, 'it's got to be that blue pill. .. . .
I'm still not hungry.' . . . . .
'Well,' she said, 'Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving.'
