Did you know spam mail talks now? I get around thirty penis enlargement/viagra special offers a day in my inbox, for some reason. I could be hammering nails into the wall with my stiff-as-a-board, three foot long cock by this point, if I'd accepted them all. As well as working from home, paying no tax and sleeping on a bed of banknotes from some exiled Nigerian Prince's bank account. But I'd started downloading my mail the other day, and came back to find my computer squealing with pleasure as it recounted how it's man kept it up all night with some new viagra substitute.
Now my computer and I have been through a lot together, but that was just a little TMI, even so.