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Things sure were different last Thanksgiving! That was before I finally broke down and ordered some Generic Viagra, determined to satisfy my nymphomaniac wife, who’d caused quite a scene at the family Thanksgiving gathering, which was at our home, as usual. She’d broken into hysterics when she pulled out the turkey baster to baste the freaking turkey with. I guess she was jealous of the stupid turkey, getting that nice, juicy baste of juice. She remembered how I used to baste her, and also remembered how I’d refused to order Generic Viagra. And believe it or not, she let her mother and every other member of the extended family hear all about it, right over Thanksgiving dinner. I, for one, was scandalized. The rest of the family just chuckled at my expense. I was crestfallen. After this humiliation, I knew my proud cock-of-the-walk would retreat into its coop and never show its head again, unless I ordered some Generic Viagra. And I did exactly that, that very night, with the vow to bang my wife into hysteria over the coming year, so that next year, when I saw my beloved Motherinlawasaurus Rex, I’d be able to cause a scene of a different sort. I placed my order for my Generic Viagra on the Internet, as soon as the last football game was over, and in just a couple of days, it arrived. When my wife got home from her silly holiday mall grazing, I burned her little barn down. She was finally satisfied, and slept like a baby. I doubt she rang up her mom to tell her of my triumph-but then, I wouldn’t put anything past those two. I wonder why they didn’t marry each other. I guess that’s illegal in most states.