After forty years of marriage, Frankenstein and the Bride of
Frankenstein came to a stand still in their love life.

Each
night Frankenstein would come home from work, eat his dinner,
and sit in front of the television set until he fell asleep.

Dissatisfied with this arrangement, the Bride decided to see
a therapist.

"He's never in the mood," complained the Bride.

"Try a romantic candlelight dinner," suggested the therapist.

The next day, the Bride returned to the therapist with a frown
on her face. "He's still not in the mood," she complained.

"This time," the therapist recommended, "try something more
seductive. Put on some sexy lingerie from Victorias Secret and lure him into the bedroom."

But the Bride returned to the therapist the following day
complaining that her monster of a husband was still not in
the mood.

As a final piece of advice, the therapist said,
"You should try to recreate the moment that first sparked
your romance."

The next day the Bride returned with a huge grin on her face.
"Thank you so much," she said to the therapist. "Last night,
I forced Frankenstein to come outside in the middle of the
lightening storm. And right there, in our backyard, he made
love to me like it was our very first time."

"Making love in a lightening storm put him in the mood?"
asked the therapist.

"Well," said the Bride of Frankenstein, "I tied a kite to
his penis."