|After rushing into a drugstore, the nervous young man was obviously embarrassed when a prim, middle-aged woman asked if she could serve him.|
"No-no," he stammered, "I would rather see the druggist."
"I am the druggist," she responded cheerfully. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh... well, uh, it is nothing important," he said, and turned to leave.
"Young man," said the woman, "my sister and I have been running this drugstore for nearly thirty years. There is nothing you can tell us that will embarrass us."
"Well, alright," he said. "I have this awful sexual hunger that nothing will appease. No matter how many times I make love, I still want to make love again. Is there anything you can give me for it?"
"Just a moment," said the little lady. "I will have to discuss this with my sister."
A few minutes later she returned. "The best we can offer," she said, "is two hundred dollars a week and a half-interest in the business."
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