Honey, Did You Spill the Egg-Nog, or is that Just Generic Cialis?

Let me continue my Happy Holiday Generic Cialis tale. It'll warm your heart. And light a fire in your bedroom, if you take my advice. Burn the barn down. Fix her little red wagon. My wife was suffering this time last Christmas, when my erectile dysfunction difficulties were at their peak. At the holiday gatherings with family and friends, she was almost ashamed to introduce me as her husband-as if wanting the world to suspect that she was undersexed. I have to say, before I got my Generic Cialis, that look of "do me" was written on her face. An experienced eye can always spot it in a woman's look. So I even began to worry that she might begin looking for love in all the wrong places. I pictured her car screeching out of the driveway, one sexless Christmas eve, and heading off for the nearest bar, to try to hook up with some loser who was spending Christmas alone, just like her. That might have been the last straw. I decided to treat myself to some Generic Cialis, and even ordered it on Christmas day. I felt strange, sitting there at my computer, ordering something to bring life back to my little gingerbread man, while everyone in the next room was partying. But it only took a second to do it, and when I went back to join the festivities, I already felt better. In a matter of days, I'd have my Generic Cialis in hand.

I spiked a glass or three of egg-nog with some whiskey and slurped it down. Pretty soon I had the lampshade on my head, and started blabbering about how I'd ordered Generic Cialis, and that my wife would be getting her "real present" in a matter of days. Yes, that was a bit embarrassing. Surprisingly, my wife hardly even cared. Instead of the look of shock you might expect, she actually smiled at the news. Her mother, of course, gasped, and said that Generic Cialis was from the devil. I wanted to throw the stupid old bag right out of my house, and into the snow, but I managed to control my drunken self. We all had some cake, and I discussed with some of my male relatives the virtues of Generic Cialis. Turns out a lot of them had used it to spice up the holiday sex. It was a lot more effective than swallowing raw oysters, or sitting at your computer doing different penis massages you can find on the Internet. Nope, they said I'd been smart to order Generic Cialis, and not some hokey penis pump or balm or unguent or herbal tea made from the ground-up claws of a Siberian tiger.

The simple fact was that men like them, around the world, and millions of them, had been using Generic Cialis for almost a decade now, and that that many men couldn't possibly be wrong. The fact was that the stuff worked, plain and simple. My cousin Joe said he'd ordered some around Thanksgiving, and assured me that his wife's Twelve Days of Christmas had been accompanied by Twelve Nights of Hard Banging... usually wearing little elf hats with bells on the end. I told him I wasn't sure I needed Generic Cialis adventures that were quite that kinky-that I was a meat and potatoes kind of guy when it came to sex. Sure, I liked to roughen things up a bit from time to time, but otherwise, I was a gentle, tender lover-a real gentleman. I was determined to give my wife a Christmas to remember as soon as my power pills arrived at our doorstep.