How Do They Know?

by Regis Boff

I get nervous when I watch the evening news. Commercials come on out of the blue warning me of the dangers of taking a pill that would give me a fifteen-hour erection. Are these people reading my mind or my wifes? Do they think, that we think our sex is better than our dinner?
Then it’s my wife’s turn. A woman is being dragged by an animated bladder to the nearest toilet because urine has seized control of her hard fought for female liberation. Of course, at lunch, her wise, wholly attractive and registered pharmacologists friends come to her rescue during salads with a little purple pill. Feminism restored, zip, zip, zip.