Private Diary of a Viagra Housewife…

This is the private diary of a Viagra housewife…

Day 1
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to
celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he
locked himself in the bathroom and cried.

Day 2
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He’s impotent, he
says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn’t he
tell me something I don’t know! I mean, he actually thinks I
haven’t noticed.

Day 3
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw
a picture of Nelson’s Column and burst into tears.

Day 4
A miracle has happened! There’s a new drug on the market that
will fix his “problem.” It’s called Viagra. I told him that if
he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our
wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac
with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.

Day 5
What absolute bliss!!

Day 6
Isn’t life wonderful?! But it’s difficult to write while he’s
doing that.

Day 7
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended!
Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I’d like a
Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to
admit it’s very nice – I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

Day 8
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of
mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker.
I’m also getting a bit sore down there.

Day 9
No time to write. He might catch me.

Day 10
Okay, I admit it. I’m hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so
much. And to make matters worse, he’s washing the Viagra down
with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all
over….

Day 11
I’m basically being screwed to death. It’s like living with a
Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the
bed. Even my armpits hurt. He’s a complete pig.

Day 12
I wish he was gay. I’ve stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my
teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even
yawning has become dangerous…

Day 13
Every time I shut my eyes, there’s a sneak attack! It’s like
going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he
tries that “Oops, sorry” thing again, I’ll kill the bastard.

Day 14
I’ve done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even
started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more
horny. Help me!

Day 15
I think I’ll have to kill him. I’m starting to stick to
everything I sit on. The cat and dog won’t go near him and our
friends don’t come over any more. Last night I told him to go
and fuck himself and he did.

Day 16
The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the
bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the
Viagra and going back on Prozac.

Day 17
Switched the pills but it doesn’t seem to have made any
difference…Christ! Here he comes again!

Day 18
He’s back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of
the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects
me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!

The Shotgun Constitution

Terminology:

Shotgun – The rightmost front passenger seat in a vehicle, a prime choice for any passenger, since it is the most comfortable seat, and also because of the psychological advantage of not being forced to subserviently look at the back of another person’s head during a trip.

Enthronement – The physical presence of a person in the Shotgun position.

By Laws:

Vehicle Ownership
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The owner of a vehicle, if he/she isn’t driving, always gets Shotgun in that vehicle. It is their car, it is their seat and they get it. This is a real bonus for an owner who is falling down drunk. They can rest assured Shotgun is rightfully theirs. They won’t have to worry about concentrating through an alcohol-induced haze simply to remember to call Shotgun in their own hard-earned car. Once proper Shotgun “enthronement” rights have been established, they may also be surrendered. If the owner of the vehicle is eligible for Shotgun, but wants to sleep it off in the back seat, then they may give up Shotgun to a person of their choice. The vehicle owner is also the ultimate judge in any Shotgun disputes. Their word is law, and all passengers must defer to the owner’s interpretation of Shotgun law. Arbitration should be swift and final, so that everyone can be on their way. If the owner is going to stray from the Shotgun Constitution, they must have a good reason for doing so. If the owner is not eligible for Shotgun, any passenger can call Shotgun, but only under the proper conditions.

Legal Conditions for Calling Shotgun
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Shotgun can only be called when the driver is enroute to the vehicle for the purpose of driving immediately, and the Shotgun position is vacant. Shotgun cannot be called upon arrival, only upon departure. For example, a group of travelers may arrive at a restaurant and get out of the car for a meal. Some bone-head might try calling Shotgun immediately for the subsequent ride home, but that is not appropriate. If this kind of precedent were allowed, it would let anyone call Shotgun “futures” for potential rides into eternity. Only after finishing the meal, when the driver picks up the car keys, is a Shotgun call allowed. Jingling keys is a very strong sign of an Enroute condition. If the driver says “lets go” that also can be reasonably construed as Enroute. Most Enroute conditions mean that driving will take place within a few minutes, but not always. If the driver of a car turns around on a three hour trail ride, and says “lets go home,” then an enroute condition exists and Shotgun may be called immediately.

Forcible Dethronement (a.k.a. Physical Challenge)
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There are some people in this world that always remember to call Shotgun. Although this is an admirable trait at first, it quickly grows old. These people tend to be real weenies, and if they knew better, would sometimes let someone else call shotgun just to be a little more diplomatic. The purpose of the Shotgun Constitution is to provide for a peaceful, fair method of getting to ride Shotgun. Unfortunately, if an introverted nerd consistently calls Shotgun ad nauseum, there must be accommodations for that person to be forcibly removed from the seat. Thus the Forcible Dethronement policy. This allows one other passenger (usually larger in stature) to declare “Physical Challenge!” and pull, push or otherwise eject the previous Shotgun participant from the seat. Although frowned upon if used regularly, this physical challenge is a legitimate means of wresting Shotgun control away from the legal party. Any physical tactics short of grievous bodily injury are employable.

The Dick Clause
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Though not a formal by-law of the Constitution, the Dick Clause is a necessary refinement in semantics. Just because the driver’s girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, whoever happens to be in the car, that Significant Other does not get Shotgun by default. Anyone else can legally call Shotgun and force the Significant Other to ride in the back. But then of course that would mean that person is a Dick.

Post-amble
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I first drafted the Shotgun Constitution in 1990 while attending Embry-Riddle University in Florida. The Constitution was widely distributed via fax, and steered many young passengers towards a more democratic form of ridership. It is time to resurrect this living document, and to let a new generation of passengers rightfully call SHOTGUN.

If there is any new case law I should be aware of for the Shotgun Constitution, please e-mail me at: [email protected]. I will conduct a judicial review of your case and see whether it merits an amendment to the Constitution.

INTIMITATE WITH A GHOST

A professor at the University is giving a seminar on the supernatural.
To get a feel for his audience, he asks them, “How many folk here believe in
ghosts?”
About 80 students raise their hands. “That’s a good start,” says the
professor, “For those who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you’ve ever
seen a ghost?”
About 40 students raise their hands.
“That’s really good,” continues the professor, “I’m really glad you take this
seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?”
15 students raise their hands.
“That’s a great response,” remarks the impressed professor, “has anyone here
ever touched a ghost?”
3 students raise their hands.
“Brilliant. But let me ask you one question further…
Have any of you ever been intimate with a ghost?”
One of his students from a Redneck state raises his hand.
The professor is astonished. He takes off glasses, takes a step back, and
says, “Son, all the years I’ve been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed
that.
You’ve got to come up here and tell us about your experience.” The
redneck student replies with a nod and begins to make his way up to the podium.
The professor asks, “Well, tell us what it’s like to have made love to a
ghost.”
The student replies, “Ghost?!? Dang it!… I thought you said ‘goats.’

An Unusual Costume

All eyes turned to stare as a gorgeous redhead walked into the costume party
stark naked. The alarmed host rushed to intercept her.
“Where’s your costume?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“This is it,” she calmly explained. “I came as Adam.”

“Adam?” her host exploded. “You don’t even have a dick!”

“I just got here, Jeremy,” she replied. “Give me a few minutes.”

Bush’s Psalm

Bush is my shepherd, I shall be in want. He leadeth me beside the still factories, He maketh me to lie down on park benches, He restoreth my doubts about the Republican party, He guideth me onto the paths of unemployment for the party’s sake. I do fear the evildoers, for thou talkst about them constantly. Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy deficit spending They do discomfort me. Thou anointeth me with never-ending debt, And my savings and assets shall soon be gone. Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me, And my jobless children shall dwell in my basement forever.

Wendy

There’s this guy named Jack, and he has a girlfriend named Wendy Jack loves Wendy a lot.

To prove how much he loves her, he gets ‘Wendy’ tattooed on his penis. When it’s erect, it says her name, and when deflated, it reads ‘Wy’.

So, when she sees her name on his masculine member, she is overwhelmed.

He pops the question and she accepts. They decide to go to Jamaica for their honeymoon.

Once there, they try out all the local culture, including a nude beach.

They are having a great time when Jack decides to get up from sunbathing and get something to drink at the beach bar.

He walks over to the bar with his deflated love muscle, trying not to let his eyes wander and end up embarrassing himself.

He orders a drink from the Jamaican guy at the bar, who is also naked.

He is surprised to note that the bartender also has ‘Wy’ tattooed on his penis!

Jack says to the guy, ‘Wow, what a coincidence. So, you have a girlfriend named “Wendy” and her name is tattooed on your penis, too?’

The bartender looks slowly down at Jack, back to his and starts
laughing.

Flashing a wide grin, he says, ‘No, mon. Mine says, “Welcome to Jamaica. Have a nice day.”‘

Ferrari Hires Liverpool Lads as Pit Crew

The Ferrari F1 Team recently fired the whole Pit-Crew to employ some young unemployed youths from Liverpool.

The decision to hire them was made after Ferrari F1 team boss Ross Brawn saw a BBC documentary on how unemployed youths in the Liverpool area can remove a set of car wheels in less than 4 sec without proper equipment.

This was thought to be a good move as most races are won & lost in the pits these days & Ferrari would have an advantage.

However Ferrari soon encountered a major problem: Not only were the lads changing the tyres in under 4 seconds but within 10 seconds they had resprayed & re-numbered the car, and sold it to the McLaren team.

The Irish Driver

An Irishman who had a little to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over…

“So,” says the cop to the driver, “where have you been?”
“Why, I’ve been to the pub of course” slurs the drunk.
“Well,” says the cop, “it looks like you’ve had quite a few to drink this evening”.
“I did all right,” the drunk says with a smile.

“Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?”

“Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk.
“For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf!”