One Friday afternoon at work, Bob comes up to Fred and says, "I don't know how you do it, Fred! This job is so stressful, and I'm feeling like I'm always about to go postal any minute. But you're always so chipper, and you don't let anything here get you down. What can I do to be more like that?" And Fred says, "Aw, Bob, that's easy! Cialis!" Bob: "Really?" Fred: "Does the trick every time!" So Bob stops by a pharmacy on the way home and manages to convince a pharmacist there to sell him one tablet until he can get a prescription. He swallows the tablet with dinner, and . . . nothing. Of course, an hour later, Bob's sitting in front of the TV with a hard-on that won't quit. So Bob jacks off, and then an hour later, he's hard again. This goes on all weekend, often waking him up at night. By Sunday, Bob is furious -- not only is he more stressed from a hard-on that keeps coming back, but he hasn't had a good night's sleep in days. "That does it!" exclaimed Bob. "I'm going over to Fred's house to give him a piece of my mind!" When Bob got to Fred's house, he was surprised to find the door was ajar. Peering inside, he sees that the living room is a disaster -- the cushions on the sofa have been dragged out onto the floor, and there are articles of clothing thrown about. He hears some noises upstairs, so he decides to go inside. All along the staircase -- more clothing, an empty bottle of tequila -- "must have been some party," thought Bob. Finally he gets up to Fred's bedroom door. And there's Fred, busily going to town with a beautiful . . . and flexible . . . woman. Bob explodes: "You asshole! I took your advice, and it didn't work: I'm more stressed than ever and I haven't gotten any sleep, thanks to you!" Fred stops thrusting long enough to look up at Bob, and says, "Bob, old buddy...this is Alice!"