Nah. Arms too short to, ah, well, you know…
On a serious note, if the pills all of these companies sell don’t work, then how the hell is that not false advertising?
Fortunately their’s always some one willing to lend us one.
Dude, stop ogling your sister’s ass! :eek: Let me do it for you… 
She was only a banker’s daughter, but there was a substantial penalty for early withdrawal.
We like to share with those without.
Some even like to share with those who already have one.
I don’t now about that, but apparently, Beer does.
Who’s gonna file a complaint?
Gah. Know not now. Durn the durn not proofreading :smack:
Well, it can. Really. Not a lot, and most such pills are worthless, but you can get a fuller harder erection with several Prescription drugs, and if your penis is fuller and harder it’s “bigger”.
Some herbal pills have some possible results is helping blood flow. But they are dangerous and overpriced.
Dangerous, yeah, so I’ve heard, “immediate medical care”, and so on. But, you know, if the last 4 hours of your life are a really great 4 hours, and you drop dead, that’s kinda cool. You might not know if you were coming or going, but still…
Mind telling us what would? Being as you’re a nurse, with some medical knowledge . . .
Bicycle pump. One of those football inflating needles. Painkillers. Lots of those.
Which is where we bring in the story about Cletus getting into a bar-room conversation with a black man about the size of their schlongs and, like, you folks have such big ones, how’s that? And the black guy says, it’s not genetic, it’s cultural. From adolescence we tie a length of string to it and attach a big weight to the other end, and eventually that stretches them. So Cletus says, like wow, I’m gonna try that!
And next week Cletus is in the bar again and there is a noticeable bulge halfway down his trouser leg, as of a heavy weight tied to a piece of string, and the same black guy is in the bar and says, I see you’re giving it a try. How’s that working out for you? And Cletus says, It’s starting to work - it’s turned black already!
And your number is…
[Evil Sean Connery]
I’ve got to ask you about the Penis Mighter. Will it really mighty my penis, man? You’re sitting on a gold mine, Trebek!
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Oh, I’d go out with Betty…but I’d be thinking of Wilma…
I met a woman who needed a sperm bank, not a man. Unfortunately the sperm bank does not offer direct deposit.
I’m pretty sure the battery-powered electronic transfer doesn’t work so well, either.
Not a nurse. Not a Carmen. Not living in a Zen Arcade. Male computer geek from Minnesota actually.