Czech it out! A Generic Viagra Romp in Prague

Hello from Europe, Generic Viagra men of the world! It's me, William the Conqueror, living the dream. As some of you may remember, I've been sharing my diary entries from my Grand Tour of Europe, which I gave to my wife for her silver anniversary. Thanks to Generic Viagra, that's not all I've been giving to her, let me tell you! I ordered my first shipment just days before our trip, knowing that there'd be hell to pay if I was unable to pleasure her during our trip, which would last for almost a month. Thanks be to Jove, my shipment arrived on schedule, just one day before we left; and I took my first does of Generic Viagra as our plane was touching down in Paris. Long story short (and I mean long!), I was banging her with my buttery baguette the minute we got to our hotel. Things went on like that throughout our trip-from impaling her on my Eiffel tower in Paris, to spearing her with my Bavarian sausage in Germany, to smoking her with my hookah tube in Egypt, to whipping her with my wet noodle in Italy. I earned my share of Generic Viagra inspired nicknames along the way, too-Erekticles, Erectus Maximus, Ramses the Great (because I ram a lot). Finally, we made it to Prague... for a taste of Eastern Europe. I was looking forward to the Czech beer halls-I wanted to see if Czech beer was really as good as the German stuff. First of all, the girls were cute as pie, and friendly too. But I only had eyes for my wife, of course! And with my Generic Viagra along for the journey, I planned on continuing to liberate my long-suffering wife from her Iron Curtain.

We went to a beer hall in the middle of Prague called the "Golden Tiger." Funny, my wife started calling my little guy that later that evening, as she tried to coax it out of its thicket, where it was lying in ambush. Tanks to Generic Viagra, it wouldn't take long to rouse it! But that's for later. Anyway, we sat down at a table, and before we'd gotten comfortable, some guy came out with a tray full of beers and set down two in front of us, without asking what we wanted-he just assumed we'd be having beer. Or else, why the hell would we have come? I liked this Czech attitude! My wife and I had several beers, and discussed the virtues of Generic Viagra. Later, our waiter brought us a Czech liqueur, called Becherovka. We asked him what the heck it was, and he told us, in broken English, that it was healthy. I decided to take it with some Generic Viagra-I'd be as healthy as an ox that night, and hung like one, too! Funny, Czechs call each other oxes when they want to be insulting... "Ty vole!" My wife picked up on this, and soon she was calling my Johnson by that name. I hope she meant well by it! No doubt, it had been a workhorse on this trip-pulling every load we asked it to.

When we got back to the hotel, which overlooked the Old Town Square, the Generic Viagra had already kicked in; I'd had a raging Bohemian hard-on all the way home, through those winding streets. My wife sat on my Golden Tiger and rode the wave. Outside our window, we could see the monument to Jan Hus, who was burned at the stake. My wife asked me to burn her on my woody stake, and I agreed to do so. With the Generic Viagra coursing through my veins, assuring proper blood circulation, maintaining my stake throughout the ceremony was no problem. As the fires began to lick at her cherry strudel, she begged for mercy, but that just poured fuel on the fire. But I'll continue this story in another entry...