The Art of Persuasion and Generic Viagra

My name's Jim. Allow me to relate my little Generic Viagra success story. You know it, guys- every woman has her own special pet names for her favorite part of our anatomy. Sometimes it seems that the big guy down there has his own personality, his own existence independent of you- the id to your ego, the Jimmy to your Jim. She certainly talks to him sometimes as if he were listening, as if he could be convinced, by the art of female persuasion, to lift a finger. And until I started using Generic Viagra, I often spoke of him in the third person- he's tired, he won't do anything, he's a lazy piece of... It was as if he was to blame for all of my lack of performance. Because it's not that the desire wasn't there. I wanted her as badly as ever. But until I ordered Generic Viagra, I just couldn't perform.

We used to take turns yelling at him in bed, when it became clear that he wasn't in the mood. I'd usually curse. "You lazy son of a bitch!" I'd scream at him, shaking him from side to side, as if trying to knock some sense into him. I tried spanking him. I tried choking him to death. Nothing would rouse him, the lazy sack! Until I fed him some Generic Viagra, he'd just lie there, and shrug his shoulders, like some moody teenager. But actually, back when he was a teenager, getting hard was the least of his problems. Nowadays, when he started slouching around again, refusing to work, I'd become infuriated, and shout at him as my wife watched in horror. "I'll teach you to improve your posture, you slacker! Men in this family walk with their head held high!" But with no Generic Viagra, it was like talking to a wall. A soft, soft wall.

Then she'd talk to him, trying to soften the tone of my harsh tirades, hoping, just like a woman, to persuade him with sweetness. "Come on, big guy!" she'd say, stroking his neck affectionately. "Come on, stand tall! You can do it, Jimmy! Where are you, Jimmy? Come on out!" she'd beg, kissing him. Dear God, I thought, watching as she tried desperately to tease him to life. Time to order that Generic Viagra I'd been considering. Because clearly, Jimmy and I had a serious problem. Jimmy was a lazy old bag. He was overstressed, or over-exhausted, or just feeling overused. Hell! I thought. Even I was making excuses for him! At that moment, I went online and ordered some Generic Viagra. I'd had enough.

I'll never forget it- when I'd ordered my Generic Viagra, and taken some for the first time, that rebellious creature between my legs sprang to life as soon as she touched him. It was as if we'd been reconciled; for the first time in months, we worked together; with Generic Viagra, my wish was his command. And, when I confessed to her that I'd purchased some Generic Viagra, she started calling him Jimmy V. I kid you not.

And boy, did Jimmy V deliver that first night, and every night after. Why had I waited so long to order Generic Viagra? She wouldn't stop screaming. "Yes! Just like that! Please don't stop! Jimmy V! Give it to me, Jimmy V!" At times I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or to him, but I was having too much fun to care. And besides, thanks to Generic Viagra, Jimmy V and I were a team. When it was all over, she fell back onto her pillow, utterly exhausted, and completely satisfied, and thanked Jimmy V. He nodded a few times and, after a moment, rolled over and went to sleep. After a celebratory glass of whiskey, I did the same.