If You’re Living in A Glass House, Throw Her the Rocks! A Generic Cialis Soundscape

Have you ever lived in an apartment where the walls are made out of paper, like in those old-fashioned Japanese houses? Welcome to my world. Before I bought some Generic Cialis, it was downright unlivable, and I'll explain why. I can hear everything my neighbors do to their little squealing geishas, morning noon and night, from above, from below, and from every side. Sometimes I wonder-did someone put some Generic Cialis in the building's water supply, or what? Some of those neighbors of mine are a lot older than I am, and they're going at it like champions. It's like being back in the old college dorm, where people on every side of you were banging each other's brains out 24 hours a day, without a care in the world. And you didn't necessarily mind living in Hugh Hefner's mansion, because you and your future wife were at it as well, banging like there was no tomorrow (and no mid-term tomorrow!), never dreaming that one day you'd need something called Generic Cialis. Heck, I just attended my10th-year college reunion last month-I'm not that old! Seems like just yesterday... all my erectile dysfunction troubles seemed so far away. Until they became serious, the noises from behind my apartment walls were just everyday nuisances. But when I realized I was no longer part of that chorus, it became downright depressing.

Oscar Wilde once said something to the effect that other people's tragedies were unbearably banal. Let me paraphrase that into a bit of Generic Cialis wisdom, and say that other people's sex banter is unbearably idiotic. If people only realized what they sounded like to their neighbors, they'd shut the hell up. I guess they don't give it much thought, when they're doing it like junkyard dogs. But imagine me, lying there in our desolate bed like some worthless old Balzac-my wife poking and teasing my flaccid little Speed Racer, which was obviously in desperate need for some Generic Cialis. I'm doing everything I can think of to recall Mr. Johnson to life-thinking happy thoughts, watching porn, applying lubricant, asking my wife to role-play, and things a lot kinkier than that. Of course, nothing worked, because unfortunately, having your wife put on a nurse costume won't restore proper blood flow to your Slap Happy. As I later learned, Generic Cialis does just that, allowing you to get the rock-solid pillar of an erection you remember from your fraternity days. After months of playing games, and watching my poor wife head mournfully to pleasure herself with the shower nozzle, I finally broke down and placed my Generic Cialis order on the Internet.

On that fateful night when my Generic Cialis arrived, we had planned to have a "romantic" dinner at home, with candles and whatnot, so I slipped into the restroom and took my first dose. What the heck, I thought-we'll see what comes of this! Before we'd even finished our dinner, the neighbors were at it. From behind every wall, we could hear their ridiculous cries of passion. "Give it to me! Please!" "Deeper, Mr. Jimmy, deeper!" "Harder, baby! Harder!" "Yes doctor! Yes doctor!" Luckily, the doctor had prescribed Generic Cialis! I looked at my wife, and realized I had a Herculean hard-on. And I suggested that we have rough, noisy sex. That night, we had our revenge on all of our noisy neighbors. I guess I should be thankful. I mean, it was their screaming and embarrassing me that finally made me order my Generic Viagra. I gave it hard to my wife that night, right there in the kitchen, on the countertop. And I made her scream bloody murder, too.