A New Hope: the International Proliferation of Generic Cialis

My girlfriend, Ksenia Getmeoff (say that three times fast!), may have been born in Russia, but she's got some weird fascination with American weapons of mass destruction- first and foremost, with my manhood. Maybe it's some sort of Cold War nostalgia, but somehow she's catalogued the entire arsenal just from watching cable news networks. Unfortunately, before I ordered Generic Cialis, I was suffering from some serious disarmament; my nuclear stockpile was dwindling. Ksenia kept begging me to order some Generic Cialis, using all of her weaponry euphemisms. She called this my "Secret Uranium Enrichment program," and told me that if I didn't pursue it, and produce a new nuclear explosion within the next month, I would face severe political and economic sanctions! How was I going to defend the Free World without Generic Cialis as my ally?

One thing was for certain- I couldn't go it alone. I wasn't going to win this war by acting unilaterally. So I turned for help to my coalition partners at the bar. After a few beers, I managed to swallowed my pride, shared with them the concerns of the Russian delegation, and asked them point-blank about Generic Cialis. Did it work? Would it be prudent at this juncture? Luckily, they granted me full disclosure. I couldn't believe it- about half of them admitted to using Generic Cialis to treat their erectile dysfunction! And some of these were young guys, much like myself. I asked them where I could get my hands on some "Enriched Uranium." They told me it was as easy as ordering it on the internet! Wow! I guess weapons proliferation was getting out of control! Now, rogue states around the globe can order something as powerful as Generic Cialis with the click of a mouse!

Needless to say, I ordered the darn stuff. Had the Generic Cialis delivered to my office- I'm discrete like that. Carried it around in my briefcase all week, like a dirty bomb. I was saving it for the weekend, when Ksenia and I were headed to Kennebunkport, for an informal, but crucial, summit in our beach house. On Saturday morning I took some before breakfast, and, watching Ksenia slide that fork slowly back and forth between her lips, something struck me. I felt some serious movement- a diplomatic crisis. The Generic Cialis was working! I grabbed Ksenia and placed her right on the kitchen table- which can be a delicate operation, when your heat-seeking atomic warhead is protruding like mine was. I think at that point I could have lifted her with it alone, like some hydraulic lift... I was feeling powerful and confident.

She knew right away that I'd ordered the enriched Uranium, er, I mean, the Generic Cialis. And she started right in with her weaponry dirty talk. "Wow!" she said, as she inspected my throbbing missile. "It's intercontinental!" "And it's headed straight for Moscow," I joked, as I flew under her radar and began pounding her. With that Generic Cialis, I felt the way I used to. I just went to work and basked in all of her exclamations. "Oh, give me the Daisy Cutter!" she whispered. "Unleash the Bunker Buster!" she screamed later. "Go nuclear!" she pleaded, a couple of hours into it. And I did just that, following the nuclear explosion with a shower of cluster bombs.

It was an exhausting summit, no question- but for the first time in months, both sides "left the table" completely satisfied. We had come to a new understanding, with the help of Generic Cialis. I just don't know why I didn't order it sooner. Ksenia slept the entire ride home- I was still in the driver's seat. I looked over at her, sleeping, and for a minute there, I felt like Ronald Reagan.