One Man heads to the Top of his Class with Generic Cialis

In the days before I ordered my first batch of Generic Cialis-that is, back when I was really desperate to have an erection-I used to take refuge in daydreams of my college days. You know, the days when it seemed like I got a hard-on like the Washington Monument every time a co-ed passed within a two-mile radius of me. I sure had my share of close encounters with those little hotties-during fraternity parties, in the dormitories, after the football games. Back in those days, getting a woody woodpecker was the least of my problems. Heck, Generic Cialis hadn't even been invented, and I didn't even know what erectile dysfunction was. I hardly knew what an erection was-I just knew that I got them, and kept them until I'd done my alma mater proud! You can imagine, then, how old I felt when my ten-year class reunion was looming on the horizon. I hadn't had an erection in months, and felt like a shadow of my former self. I'd been putting off "admitting defeat" and ordering some Generic Cialis, but as the big event approached, I knew I had to take some action. I was going to get some at that reunion-revisit some old territory, take a stroll down memory lane. I started working out, drank some protein shakes, and whatnot. But most importantly, I ordered the Generic Cialis. I decided to give it the old college try, you might say.

Finally, the big day arrived. The highlight was the cookout and beerfest at my old fraternity house-I knew I'd see all the guys there, not to mention all of the skirts I used to chase in the backyard of the neighboring sorority house. I had my Generic Cialis ready in my back pocket, knowing that I could take it a little later in the evening, whenever I sensed that something might be afoot, just in time to answer the bell. Yeah, I was a bit disappointed at first, before my Generic Cialis adventures began. The fraternity house seemed smaller, for one thing. The current crop of brothers looked like adolescents. And the house had been remodeled. It was way too nice. To me, a fraternity house should be seedy as hell. The floors should be sticky from spilled beer. My former brothers were all married and boring as hell. I felt like another yuppie at a fern bar. Depressed, I grabbed a beer and wandered over the hedge that separated us from the sorority yard, and popped some Generic Cialis-looked like it'd be up to be to set the tone for the evening.

That's when I spotted Heather, and immediately, the Generic Cialis kicked in. I immediately remembered that Sonic Youth song they played back in those days on college radio, from which I had gotten one of my many nicknames-"Bull in the Heather." I straddled the hedge slowly (making sure that my bulging Generic Cialis erection was very conspicuous to her) and walked up to her, hoisting my beer. "Heather! Here's to old times, babe! You married?" "Nope!" she answered. "Let's go have sex!" I said, and we ran off into the frat house. Sure, it was crowded, but when was that a problem before? I knew every nook and cranny of that place, despite the remodeling. I led her to the familiar third-story closet, where the drum set was stored; I bent her over the bass drum, and, thanks to Generic Cialis, drummed her for an hour, adding in a few snare drum flourishes and rimshots for variety's sake. Finally, disheveled, we went back downstairs, and chatted for a while. Then we decided to head to the library to "study."