Mike Keenan went to the druggist and said, "You've got to give me some Viagra, I need to get it hard and keep it hard all weekend."
"We can't just give out Viagra without a prescription," the druggist told him.
"I'm spending the weekend with two hot stewardesses," Keenan explained. "Please help me out."
The druggist grudgingly granted his wish, but told him, "Be careful, it's very strong stuff."
The following Monday the druggist saw Keenan crawling towards the drugstore, bloody and battered, his clothes in tatters. "Doc, you've got to help me," Keenan said. "I need some Ben Gay."
"You can't put Ben Gay on your peter," the druggist replied. "You'll die from the pain."
"It's not for my peter, it's for my elbow," Keenan told him. "The stewardesses never showed up."-