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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 wants me
to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I DON'T know! I
mean, give me a break. He's been dysfunctional for so long, he even WALKS
with a limp.

Day 3:
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday I saw a picture
of the Washington Monument 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. He said, "This time, I'd
rather not have your mother join us." (I think this will work. I replaced
his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.)

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. GET OVER YOURSELF! Not everything is about you!

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.

Day 10:
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. To
make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with Hard Cider! The photo
of Janet Reno isn't working. What am I going to do?

Day 11:
The side effects are starting to get to him. Everything is turning blue.
The other day we were watching Kenneth Branaugh in Hamlet. He thought it
was "The Smurfs Do Denmark."

Day 12:
I'm basically being drilled to death. It's like going out with Black and
Decker.

Day 13:
I wish he was gay. I bought 400 Liza Minelli albums and I keep saying
"fabulous" and still he keeps coming after me!

Day 14:
Now I know how Saddam Hussein's wife feels. Every time I shut my eyes,
there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed with a scud missile. Let's
hope he's like President Bush and pulls out in 100 days.

Day 15:
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started
dressing like a nun. Now he tells me "Sister Wendy" revs his motor.

Day 16:
I may just have to kill him! Then he'll go out the way he wants to:
STIFF! But with my luck, I probably won't be able to close the casket.

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