Generic Viagra, and the Glory that was Greece

After Generic Viagra had helped me show my wife the grandeur that was Rome, we set sail for Athens, where I would show her the glory that was Greece. Even on board the boat, I popped some Generic Viagra during a restroom break at dinner, and half an hour or so later, we paused for a moment, looking out at the Adriatic. I remarked that I'd always wanted to lean on the rail of a ship like this, looking out at the sea. My wife, getting that naughty look in her eye, said she'd always wanted to be "ridden on a rail," discreetly lifting her knee between my thighs and brushing against my rocky Acropolis. As usual, the Generic Viagra I'd taken allowed for my boiling blood to rush naturally into my manflesh, causing it to bulge and protrude at an angle even Pythagoras hadn't dreamed of. I dragged her back to the cabin and went at it.

It had been like this the entire trip, thanks to Generic Viagra. After months of struggling with erectile dysfunction, and having gone through all the stages of loss-denial, guilt, etc.-I kicked myself in the ass and finally bought some little blue pills in time for the silver anniversary European Tour that was looming. If I couldn't be more romantic on a trip like this, then to hell with me, I thought-put me out to pasture, or straight to the glue factory. Generic Viagra had allowed me to be very flexible-and by flexible, I mean hard as a diamond-tipped earth-drilling device-on this trip, taking one of those little blue pills not long before an expected encounter with my suddenly lusty wife. And it never failed me. I was giving it to her Greek style, just as I had done back in my college days, on that old sofa in the Fraternity house.

With the power of Generic Viagra, I unleashed what seemed like an entire colonnade of towering Ionian columns. The Ionian column, for those who care, is a tall, fluted shaft, carved from hard, shimmering marble, that is erected on a sturdy base, and crowned with a classical "capital," or head, adorned with an abacus and volutes. My dirty-talking wife, who minored in Art History, described my engorged cock-of-the-walk in exactly this language as she fondled me. I responded with a more lowbrow cultural reference: "What I got you got to get it put it in you." She did so immediately, and, between moans, continued: "Reeling with the feeling... Don't stop... Continue!" No question-my bulging red-hot chili pepper could have won a prize at the state fair. This Generic Viagra was like Miracle Grow. "Erekticles! Erekticles! My Greek warrior and statesman! Spear me!" she groaned. "Thank God there aren't any Trojans in the room," I quipped, pausing for just a moment to let her catch her breath."Trying to strap a rubber on Hercules would be a fool's task!" my wife agreed. "Especially if he used Generic Viagra!" I added. "Honey," I fantasized, "just imagine those heroes of old-Hercules, Hektor the Erektor, and Pericles the Statebuilder-flying like kids down a slip-n-slide spread out in the backyard. That's about how I feel right now."

Our Greek Odyssey was shaping up nicely-we hadn't even hit land yet, and already, I'd taken my wife to Troy and back. Together with Generic Viagra, we ascended Mount Olympus, and before we came down again, she had tasted the nectar of the gods. The next morning she had a little trouble walking-her knees were a bit wobbly. So, turns out Generic Viagra does have a side effect! But she wasn't complaining, believe me. It was time to explore the wonders of the Classical Age, and I still had plenty of those prized pills in my fanny pack.