An Irish Mystery

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It always seems like it never rains, but what it pours, except in Snowsville, where it never warms up. To Brigit Murphy just coming off of a recent mystery of misplaced overalls turning up in her famous chowder, this was so disturbing as she now found herself confronting an even more frustrating quandary. What in the world had become of her husband`s libido?

It seems that in all the hubbub surrounding the chowder mystery, an even bigger disaster had been going unnoticed, and was overshadowed by the ire and anger aimed at the perpetrator of the embarrassing dungarees disaster. That larger and overshadowing mystery had its origin in Brigit`s somewhat frustrating search for what had been missing in her life for several years. And now it was beginning to influence her attitude toward him, in a negative way.

Not wanting to confront her husband with embarrassing pleading, her natural Irish instincts turned her to detail her unhappiness in the confessional. Besides the usual assortment of formal penitential prayers awarded, she was informed that her mystery might be better solved by a medical advisor, rather that one of a spiritual nature. Simply put, see a Doctor, and see what he or she might recommend.

Because of the seriousness of this unsolved mystery, Brigit hastened to Dr. Rapido Gonzales, the well-known specialist in the delicate matters of rehabilitation of sexual performance. She explained her situation to him and awaited his suggestions for resolving this mystery.

“What about trying Viagra? “Asked Dr. Gonzales.

“Not a chance”, she said… “He won`t even take an aspirin.”

“Not a problem, “replied Dr. Gonzales “Give him an Irish Viagra”…

“What is an Irish Viagra?” she asked.

“It’s when you drop the Viagra tablet in his coffee. He won’t even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went…”

One week later, Brigit called Dr. Gonzales, who directly asked her how things went.
“Oh, faith, and begorrah! T’was horrid! Just terrible, Doctor!”

“Really, what happened?”

“Well. I did as you said and slipped the Viagra into his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye and with one swoop of his arms, he sent me cups and saucers flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there passionately on the table top! T’was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!”

“Why so terrible? Asked the Doctor, Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn’t good?

“Freakin good it was. The best sex I’ve had in years. But sure as I’m sittin here, I’ll never be able to show me face in ‘Starbucks ‘again!”