Discreet wife dating. Why wait have an affair with a cheating wife today.
Despite the grammatical errors, I find this hilarious. It reminds me of the old Rodney Dangerfield routine where he gets into a taxi and asks the driver to take him "someplace where I can have a 'good time', if you know what I mean. He took me to my house."
Poor Rodney.
What a kid I got. I told him about the birds and the bees, he told me about my wife and the butcher.
And Viagra ads. My spam folder has several in there every day. Where is Canadiana exactly? It must be one jumpin' place. Men popping Viagra from PEZ dispensers, women running for their lives. I pity the slow ones.
Closer to home, I've learned there are women right here in my town who want to meet me. What I want to know is, where were these women when I was in high school? And how did they get my email address?
And lasik eye surgery: Does anyone ever choose an eye surgeon from an ad in their spam email? Dr. Liu...."You look good. No really....you look good. You like." Clever. And the price is unbeatable!
Finally, scooters. You know, the kind seniors cut donuts in their kitchen with, and ride to the Grand Canyon. My quality of life would be so much better if I had one. So they say.
OK, I'm sold. Here's my plan: I'm gonna get me a scooter, stop by Dr. Liu's and get my eyes fixed, then cruise on up to Canadiana for some discount Viagra. Then once the swelling goes down....in my EYES you pervs!....I'll call that 900 number and say "hi" to Mrs. Dangerfield.
So who's up for a road trip? ;)
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